I have been away for a while, mending a kaleidoscope of life stories and now that I am kinda, sort of, back, what better way to depict them then with these pictures of my 2012 visit to Wynwood Art District in Miami. Yes, it is not Thursday for Throwback Thursday (TBT) but it has been one interesting striped journey.
STRIKE THAT POSE
Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena, Hey MACARENA!
OPERA it wasn’t, GOODBYE perhaps?!
This is what happens when you live in South Florida and mother nature has a different idea then yours.
I was looking forward to have a beautiful time and enjoy the many visitors that would come by the booth. I was pumped, my gear ready, all the tools brushed up but it was not to be and there wasn’t anything anyone could do but let the nature do its thing.
We were ready to go when she decided to play tricks on us.
It began pouring in an instance without the possibility of parole, excuse me, laying off. We not only had to take everything down but also move quickly, since we were located near the sewer drainage and the water was coming up fast. We got flooded, as matter of fact it happened literarily everywhere in South Florida, my feet and my shoes begged the water for mercy and my nose was like “sniffle I will” but it did not matter. It just kept raining and raining, and raining all day until the evening. The good thing is that it was not a total washout, something great came out of it: new friendships and it just made my day.
Now, is that a phone, radio or what’s up? Emerson Fittipaldi he surely isn’t!