Easter Sexeh

I inherited my interest in photography from my Uncle Curtis. Sadly, I'm nowhere near the photographer he was, but I have fun with it. In particular, I love taking close-ups of flowers. If you dropped me off at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, with a camera, I would probably never come out.

My in-laws have a beautiful piece of property in the north Georgia mountains and they have worked hard for the last eight years to turn that property into their mountain paradise. This time of year there are a plethora of flowers and whenever I'm there with my camera, I go crazy with the flower pictures.

After the kids' egg hunt, I took off for the driveway where I saw some beautiful, pink clematis blooming. (Aside: A former friend of mine always called it flowering clitoris. Now, whenever I see a clematis, I have to stop myself, put the proper word in my head, and not just sputter out WOW! That's a beautiful clitoris! I didn't know they came in blue?!)


Pretty clitoris clematis. Anyhoo, the Ty-man followed me, snagged the camera, and said OK. Get up against that wall and do the sexeh!

Me. Being sexy. It is for to laugh. So, I tried really hard. Can't you tell by the expression on my face that I'm trying to hold back the laughter?


Then? I lost it.


Serious belly-laughter ensued. I cannot be sexy without cracking my own shit up.


I managed to get in one more pose. A very skeptical, Am I bringing teh sexeh? pose.


It's hard to be sexy in Crocs and a skort, but hey, you do what you gotta do.

Thank God I found a rhododendron...