A real photographer would have waited another two hours for the light to be perfect and glowy.
I however was a mom with a cute kid in a good mood wearing a pink tutu, cherry rhinestones in her hair and ruby slippers.
Cute kids in a good moods wearing a pink tutus, cherry rhinestones in their hair and ruby slippers don’t wait for perfect, glowy light.
They’re like Sasquatch. You are not quite sure they exist but if they do come out you’d better be ready, perfect glowy light or not.
How many of the rest of you hung out with Jesus clowns this weekend?
No? Nobody? Well I did.
I also hung out with Slash, his busty girlfriend, Florence Henderson and Cheer Bear
CARE BEAR STARE!
Oh, where was I? That’s right.
That’s right, the 500 Festival parade, you know, the whole Indy 500 thing that happened on Sunday?
See, here’s Danica Patrick. She’s totally fierce.
Speaking of fierce, HOLY WINNER OF ANTM!
Not so fierce…these dresses.
Also not fierce. This job.
But alas, he was getting paid for this. I do it for free.
Speaking of free, here’s Uncle Sam.
He got a little tripped up just past Monument Circle. I was hoping he’d bust free but they got the balloon under control. Darn.
300,000 people go to this parade. I pretty much had the sweetest seat in the house.
Unfortunately the first parade the moosh ever went to was the Parade of Dreams at Disneyland. She pretty much thought this parade was a snooze fest. Bummer.
