Here’s something a little different. I photographed Hall “The Hoover” Hunt in West Palm Beach, Florida right after he won the Sweet Corn Eating Contest.
He’s the only faith-based eater on the circuit and the tapes on his face reference 1 Corinthians 10:31 “So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”
The buff Mr. Pretty Boy, with old Ironsides in Boston Harbor.
When I’m home in Seattle, all I want to do is putter around in the garden. I put on an old lady sunhat and immediately stick my hands in the dirt. This visit, I arrived just in time to see everything get up and moving. Chard, spinach, lettuce, peas, squash and potatoes. And then there were the radishes, on the hood of my mom’s car, blinding white in today’s afternoon sun. While I mixed compost and kelp meal and greensand into soil so rich you could hear the tomatoes drop their pants and moan.
For being so wonderful and giving me this beautiful weather while I’m home. For waking me up from the last of my winter doldrums. For being quiet and calm and having windchimes everywhere. For the rhododendrons.
We had fun with this one, as if you couldn’t tell. Pat’s first choice of location didn’t work out so we had to fall back to plan B. And plan B was a big, fiery, flaming ball of awesome. Burgers were his choice and we turned the BBQ area at our apartment into a dirty, disgusting mess. Ketchup, mustard, beer cans and raw hamburger were everywhere. Somehow, I think this suits Pat just fine. If you need to more insight into his personality I suggest you follow him on twitter.
