I've been playing around with the more advanced features of my camera lately, and at the same time I've been shooting some stuff at night. Anyway, here are some recent shots I've taken in RAW format with my camera. I'm definitely diggin it. :-)
Mobile's Skyline, taken from the Fort Conde Neighborhood
A spooky house and tree in Fort Conde
Many special thanks go out to my old friend Corinne, who passed along some of the greatest e-mails I've gotten in quite some time.
Recorded live on Park Street in downtown Peekskill on March 1, 1994, was the one and only Sinzer Reports, where prank callers were the order of business and a 14-year-old Danny Murphy got a shoutout at the end of the show for being the camera operator.
If you ever thought something could be lost forever, look no further than YouTube for the answer. By the miracle of some blessed saint, Sinzer Reports is back on the air and, thanks to the camera man, I present parts 1 and 2 to you here.
Check back soon for more Geoge Sinzer goodness.
My drive to work each morning is a short one, usually accomplished in under 10 minutes. It has about five lights along the way, and there's rarely any traffic to deal with. It's nice. But I'm reminded sometimes that I do live in Mobile, where the popular saying is that "driving in Mobile means never having to say you're sorry."
Today was one of those mornings.
As I neared the light at Broad Street and Martin Luther King I noticed a late-model Chevrolet something-or-other to my right, lurching its way forward into the intersection — and into my lane. Thankfully, having lived here for more than three years now, I was prepared; I hit the brakes, checked the lane next to me and shot over, narrowly missing the Chevy's protruding bumper. In my mind there was part of me that was screaming to honk at the dumb turkey who pulled out in front of me. "Honk at that turkey! HONK!"
But I didn't.
I didn't honk, or give him the finger, or stare him down. I didn't do anything but keep on keeping on. It reminded me of a few weeks back, when Amy and I were in New York, riding with my mom through Peekskill. An idiot driver, much like this morning's turkey, pulled out in front of my mom's car. It was a dumb move, no doubt, but after my mom had stopped and this girl realized she was out in the middle of the street, my mom drove around her, honking a really long, drawn-out, I'm a New Yorker so get the hell out of my way kind of honk that in a way made me yearn for the idiots of Mobile.
Here, you know that they're on the road, likely to cut you off as they fly down Dauphin Street, or stop in the middle of a traffic lane to let their cousin/sister/grandmama out at the corner store. So, because you're prepared, I think it makes us all less likely to get mad. If I got mad at every turkey that pulled out in front of me every day, I'd be a madman. My blood pressure would be through the roof and I'd be having anxiety attacks at every red light. But instead I shrug my shoulders and say, "Oh, you whacky Mobile drivers. You make me feel so competent."
So, thank you, almost surely uninsured driver of Mobile. You nearly cost me unneeded stress and a new bumper, but instead, you've made me, in some weird way, appreciate the turkey that you are. Gobble gobble.
