During the recent elections, I traveled some distance with my friend Roger to attend a debate between Democratic gubernatorial candidate Jason Carter and Democratic senatorial candidate Michele Nunn and their Republican rivals. In spite of having what might have been considered ‘political dynasty’ boosts (Carter is grandson of President Jimmy Carter, and Nunn the daughter of Sam Nunn who served as Senator from Georgia for 24 years), both were defeated.
Though the race was respectably close, I’m sorry to say neither Carter nor Nunn are particularly charismatic, so in our ‘image-is-all’ world, it was an uphill battle from that standpoint. What makes the defeat especially galling is that the victors each have fairly open reputations for being ‘as crooked as a snake dick’. (Feign to tell me that you do not love that expression, a truly superb gift to me from my friend Smitty.)
Prior to the debate, I shot some pictures during the arrival of the candidates. One thing I noticed and found fascinating was candidate Carter’s savvy in regard to the ‘selfie’. In each case, when a supporter wanted a photo with him, Carter took control of the camera/cellphone. I wonder if political candidates are coached in this bit of micromanagement.
The other pictures here are from our trip to Greece. They are ‘food selfies’, which are as a category, I understand, considered with good reason to be the height of gaucheness. In both cases, I could not resist. The first, our last lunch in Athens, at the cafe of the Benaki Museum there. I’m quite fond of this picture. Next, a plate of melon slices served at the finish of our last lunch on Crete.
Have you ever seen such a color? Really? I don’t think so.