Partygoers 180/365

These three were so happy, laughing as they met up in the street. I asked for a photo and they quickly obliged. I can only imagine the fun that followed them as they walked off into the sunset.

Elliott Street Deli & Pub, Atlanta instameet 179/365

I met with a great group of photographers last night at a small pub in Castleberry Hill. About 45 people showed up, all armed with a mobile phone and an Instagram account. After eating and hydrating with a beverage of choice, we took off on a scavenger hunt. Walking up and down the streets, we each took shots that caught our eye.

Not only did I meet some new people, I  connected with others that I see each time I go into Atlanta. It's a wonderful mix of like minded people. Production studio owners, artists, professional photographers, business men and women, young 20 somethings making a difference, and teenagers who love capturing images all hanging out in the middle of Elliott St. on a hot, muggy summer afternoon.

If you're interested and have an Instagram account, check out #weloveatl and #instameetatl to see shots taken by some really awesome photographers.

Bubbles make me happy 178/365

When the bubble machine starts humming and blowing out bubbles, I feel a giddiness wash over me. How can you not smile when the air is filled with bubbles?

Quick dinner and a reminder to be grateful 177/365

I got a phone call from my best friend that a beloved uncle had been rushed to the hospital and then transferred into Atlanta for brain surgery. While the surgery went well, they diagnosed him with primary glioblastoma, the most common and most malignant primary tumor of the brain. This malicious disease has the worst 5-year survival rate among all human cancers.

Aggressive.

Incurable.

12 to 18 months.

Intensive chemotherapy.

Radiation.

All I can think about is how, when we were out  kayaking and stranded without a paddle (yes, literally) he dropped what he was doing and drove out to meet us with a smile and a paddle. It keeps playing over and over in my mind.

That and how his family was blind-sided by this and their lives will never be the same.

I know that feeling.

It sucks.

Hannah Banana 176/365