Sign o' the Times

When most people travel, they take snapshots of lovely vistas, mist shrouded forests, or breathtaking sunrises.

I take pictures of signs.

This, for example, is a sign that is posted on several sedate rides at Walt Disney World.

Yes, by all means, supervise children.

And don't forget--there will be absolutely no "getting down" on this ride, and "boogie" is strictly forbidden.

Who the hell do I think I am, anyway?

You don't know me, but I'm your brother.

I was raised here in this living hell...

Sorry--I couldn't resist.

Remember when you were a kid, and it was school picture day? And that was the day, of all days, that you had that monster zit that covered half your face? Well, imagine what it was like for me. You just had to worry about your zits, or your hair, or whatever. I had to worry about Brimstone. You have any idea what that stuff does to cameras?

So laugh all you want. I know it isn't a good picture, but when you have the Stench of Hell about you, you don't have much in the way of choice...

Anyway, truth be told (and you have no idea how hard it is for me to say that), I've always liked this shot. I was having a particularly good hair day. (I'm just sorry you can't see it.) My joy was infectious.