In which some locals learn how normal I am

Thanks to all the crazy cats who showed up for the photowalk on Saturday. Each of you rock my world.

What started as a desperate attempt to *finally* get some new material for my photoblog turned in to a 5 hour extravaganza that included hot lattes, photographing every cliche Minneapolis locale we could think of, more testosterone than you could shake a stick at, a bunch of guys show-and-telling their "equipment", and great rewards - almost as great as the collective 8 gigs we all shot - in the form of alcohol and food. Indeed, anyone agreeing to join me in 20 degree weather at ELEVEN! a.m. on a Saturday morning is deserving of a big, fat, alcoholic drink by 2 in the afternoon.

The first *stop* was Peavy Plaza. And in typical Margaret fashion I had some luck when it came to capturing beautiful, furry, happy puppies! PUPPIES!

Um, yeah. Not so much. This photo, of course, demonstrating my incredible luck at capturing the impossible. What are the odds, honestly? After that I just started practicing the art of recursive photography. Or was it taking photos of pink things? I can't remember...

(I told Black Java I would only post good photos of him - and see? I totally lived up to my word. His mittens were *hot*!)

Hitting up the sculpture garden was one most produtive exercises of the day (but not quite as productive as our stint in the Basilica of St. Mary... but that's only because the Basilica had HEAT). One of the many joys I get in life is getting to a spot first, thereby ruining everyone else's photos cuz I'm in them. All of them. Ha ha ha, oh the fun that was had.

And just because everyone else was too chicken to do it, I took a picture of the cop. TURKEYS!, all of you.

Honestly, the incredible cool-factor of each person blew me away (and I'm not just saying that so you won't post any bad pictures of me). Each person there was, well, NORMAL. And funny. And not just normal-normal, but the kind of person I'd end up drinking at Brit's with by 2 in the afternoon.

I think it was unanimously decided we need another one of these when spring decides to come out and play. I'm also told there's all kinds of stuff in St. Paul to shoot in the meantime. But c'mon. St. Paul? Does anyone still go there? (Ow, hey! Stop throwing things!)

And finally, in typical Steve fashion he captured the *best* picture of me of the day. Which, ironically, really is the best picture he's probably taken of me.

Thanks to everyone for joining me. Now am I allowed to post pictures of all of you?