Joel Dinda's photos with the keyword: treo

I was working with a colleague yesterday when I noticed the picture beside the printer. Lacking a real camera, I whipped out my Treo and captured it with my telephone. The photo reminded me of a similar pic by Brian H , and of one of mine I'd not yet posted. The bluff in the background, here, is Sleeping Bear. Used to have a boss, Jeff Villaire, who vacationed at Michigan's Crystal Lake, spending two weeks every summer on the edge of the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore. Jeff passed away several years ago, but his memory lives on in the office with the photographs he used to decorate the place.

The previous owners of our house on Palmer Avenue left behind an old wind-up phonograph. Since Dad had 150 or so shellac 78s in his record collection, they seemed a perfect match. So we playied jazz and swing on that old box. Although Dad's tastes ran to Stan Kenton and Benny Goodman, the set contained a good cross-section of all popular music from his youth. Duke Ellington. Stan Getz. Bunny Berrigan's heavenly long rendition of "I Can't Get Started" ( iTunes ). Patti Page. Lionel Hampton. Glenn Miller. Tommy Dorsey. Count Basie. You get the idea. =================== Since I wasn't planning to take a photograph tonight, I resorted to the Treo to take this one. it's of Rachael Davis , accompanied by Steppin' In It , performing Shout Sister Shout! at the Creole Gallery in Lansing's Old Town . They've clearly digested a similar music collection. Rachael's absolutely wonderful. And she told us a story about a CD player which jibes nicely with my phonograph story. They released their album , called Shout Sister Shout, today. Dad would have loved it, and them. Thanks, Andy . ======================== The concert closed with It's a Sin to Tell a Lie, which these folks apparently learned from The Lost World String Band , an old favorite of mine. I, however, learned the patter verse from a Page Cavanaugh Trio recording. It was part of Dad's performing repertoire, too.

I was reading on the porch outside our room at the St. Ignace Holiday Inn Express when someone decided to feed the gulls. So I whipped out my trusty Treo--the only camera readily at hand--to take this horrible-but-delightful photograph. The St. Ignace gulls are organized . They post watch-gulls at strategic places, who start hollering when anything interesting happens. Then this happens. Except the hotel's current management now discourages feeding the birds. Seems some of the customers find the practice, and the noise, offensive. That's Mackinac Island at an odd angle in the background.