OK, folks, we’re heading back into the bathroom.
Remember when we kept visiting public restrooms with my little Sony Cybershot camera back in the olden days, circa 2009, during my Opening the door, walking outside blog?
There are SO many interesting sights to see in public restrooms, aren’t there?
And no, we will not be showing any toilet shots. That would be tacky.
I quit obsessing about revealing the interesting art in public restrooms when I bought the old Canon Rebel about a year or more ago. (OK, maybe I got over the illicit intrigues before that.)
You can’t just drag a big old Big Girl’s Camera into the Big Girl’s room. It’s just not done. You can slip the little digital into your purse and extract it for an exciting photo shoot, but you can’t do that with a heavy black long telescope lens.
Except, guess what I did Saturday in Carmelita’s Restaurant in Calumet?
(Gasp! You DIDN’T!)
Yes. The Canon Rebel accompanied me to the bathroom. Barry’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. You could tell he wasn’t prepared for something that wild & crazy. Luckily, it was late in the afternoon. The dinner crowd had not yet assembled.
The Canon was safe from jeers and indignation.
What a lovely array of photos in the restroom, don’t you think? An announcement of an Elvis show. Southwestern beauties in love. And another Southwestern–perhaps we shan’t label her a beauty–on a horse clothed only in her bra.
Isn’t that perfect bathroom art?
Thank you for the accompaniment. You men should consider yourselves lucky. Your first view of the Ladies Room, I am certain.
You know, we should have monthly blogging photo contests. Wacky 3rd Wednesday or Freaky 4th Friday in which we all simultaneously post our most exquisite photos of the art in public bathrooms. Nothing tacky, though! These are respectable blogs.
Just kiddin’. I’m not carrying that big old camera into any more public restrooms. Ever again. Honest.
Unless I’ve had a glass of wine. In which case, in you double dare me…