SANTA HAS HIS SLEIGH

 

But here, in suburban St. Louis, the Easter Bunny tools around in a Ford Mustang convertible. I wonder how many eggs fit in the small trunk.                                     

HERE COMES PETER COTTONTAIL

There is some good left in the world.

We live in one of St. Louis' older, inner suburbs, Webster Groves. A local couple rent a Mustang convertible for Easter, driving a route around our town, honking and greeting people. Children wait for them in front of their homes. The couple are Jewish and Christian; the kids are adopted. One is in a big rabbit suit. They wanted a way for children to encounter the Easter Bunny in socially distant times. The family also planted 4,000 tulips in their garden with plans to give them all away. https://www.stltoday.com/news/local/metro/webster-groves-family-delivers-drive-by-happiness-with-easter-bunny-aboard/article_ca4ac088-a89f-52d5-abb1-098cf6a05da9.html    

We need more of this.               

MADELEINE MONDAY

The egg hunt that Ellie attended on Saturday had photo ops with the Easter Bunny. Not to be passed up. This violates one of the cardinal rules of photography not to have things growing out of the head of subjects. Not much I could do here, although I did take out yellow caution tape in Photoshop.             

Easter Bunny

Didn't get to the garden yesterday. So, to have anything like an  Easter bunny theme, I had to resort to one of Tom Claasen's rabbits in Citygarden.

Not your typical bunny picture.  This was the first time playing with the new Digital Holga, just delivered on Friday. It's small, very light and really just a photographic toy. I was a little disappointed because the images were not as messy and unpredictable as the original film Holga. The vignetting is a bit hard and unnatural. The center is quite clear but sometimes you get some interesting spherical warping. A dash of Photoshop and a spritz of On 1 photo effects make the look perfect.

There's an album I started on Flickr with these. Probably try some more today.                      

Expecto Resurrectionem Mortuorum

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This spot is on my way home from work almost every day. It's on S. 7th Street, just as you go onto the ramp for Interstates 44 and 55. Only this past week did the white crossbar catch the corner of my eye. The next night I paid more attention and could make out the word "murdered" as I rolled by. Yesterday I stopped for a closer look.

It looks pretty new although it memorializes an event more than two years ago. Not at all a lonely, secluded spot. The sentiment brought back up at this late date could make you cry. I thought it would be a good post for today. Jesus was murdered. The chance of new life for him or for Carrie is a question, gentle reader, that I leave up to you.

Not The Easter Bunny

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Someone in my neighborhood must have had a dead or diseased tree to remove. Instead of cutting it down and ripping it out, it looks like they retained a virtuoso of the chainsaw to sculpt a gargoyle to adorn their lawn. This weekend they put bunny ears on it. They're not fooling anybody.

Wabbit wanna-bes everywhere on my blogs today, including Downtown St. Louis 365.