I don’t have an iPhone, an Android, or a smartphone that collects something called Apps. I’ve got, according to others, an old-school phone. Circa 2009. No touch screen, just a screen. It’s an LG phone that is partly made of “post-consumer recycled plastics.” I was trying to be Eco-friendly. You know, care about the environment and even though it’s all beat up and hanging on for dear life the camera still works.
So I present a small glimpse of my neighborhood via phoneography.
This is what I see in a typical morning or afternoon, but it’s often accompanied by people walking their dogs some of course without the much-needed plastic bag. They think just because their dog is small the poop is invisible … but you better believe that it still exists and it still smells when it gets on your shoe.
My neighborhood market, which sadly has a small parking lot and is usually crowded any time of day.
This is the park where I hang out with my kids, and where the Mommy & Me Mafia try to give me the stink eye.
My local Regal Beagle. This is where I usually want to go after an encounter with the Mommy & Me Mafia, but they frown on bringing preschoolers and toddlers. At least the sun is shining during winter.
So I usually end up at my neighborhood hole-in-the-wall Thai place where pad thai and pad prik king are my usual choices.
Then I drop by my usual Lottery buying place where I hope last week’s ticket brings me some awesomeness. I’m still waiting on that one.
Once I see the Actor’s Studio where people are outside talking to themselves, making dramatic gestures with their hands, and pacing back and forth on the street, I know I’m only a few minutes away.
Phoneography Challenge courtesy of The Daily Post.