There have been many times over the years when I’ve seen something to cause me to wish I had a camera. For instance, just last October I would’ve loved to had a camera to take a picture of the Great Balls of Fire. And then there are interesting (to my eye) things, places, and scenes all over the place.

Now that I have a camera built into my cell phone — something I have with me nearly 24 hours a day — I can take pictures anytime, anywhere. You’ve been seeing such images in my daily blog posts. But I’ve also taken a lot of pictures of mundane things that I don’t write anything about. These images have just been sitting in my computer with no purpose.

Well now I’ve decided to post them to this site. You can see the category, Photography, in the left column. Now, I don’t claim to have a great eye for photography. I won’t guarantee, or even suggest, that anyone other than me will find anything interesting about the pictures on those pages. But what the hell? I took the pictures, I’ve got room here on this site, and who knows, maybe someone will find them interesting or worth clicking through to see.

So, if you have 10 minutes to waste and like looking at mundane pictures, go check out the pages. If you’re not interested, well, you might not be missing anything notable anyway. As of right now, there are 33 pictures posted.

Bullgrit
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Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. Happy Mother’s Day, Cowgrit. Love y’all.

Bullgrit
bullgrit@totalbullgrit.com

So there I am, talking one-on-one with a business woman who’s wearing a low-cut v-neck blouse showing obvious cleavage. I’m trying to keep my eyes on her face, but I feel like I’m making her uncomfortable.

I don’t want to stare at her chest, but, 1- it’s an instinctive urge for a guy, and 2- her chest is right there, on display. Not only do I not want to stare at her chest, but I don’t want her thinking that I’m staring at her chest. When I’m not looking directly at her face, I have to make sure I’m obviously not looking at her chest. I stare into her eyes for a couple minutes, then I glance far away at the wall for a few moments, then I have to go right back to her eyes. She can only take my direct eye contact for a few seconds before she looks away, in apparent discomfort.

Every once in a while, as she’s moving to show me information in paperwork, she adjusts her blouse to keep from flashing me. I’m embarrassed, she’s embarrassed. It’s just a very awkward business meeting.

Bullgrit
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I walked into the bagel shop just a minute after it had opened, and there was already a customer at the counter. The lone bagel jockey behind the counter was grabbing bagels out of the racks as the customer told him which to get. “Three plain . . . three sesame . . . three cinnamon . . . three raisin . . .”

I stood patiently behind the man ordering. He finished a dozen, and the bagelman sealed up the cardboard container. Then he opened another container and the customer continued his order. “Three garlic . . . three poppy seed . . .”

When he finished that dozen, the bagelguy opened another container to fill. At this point I was thinking, Oh no, how many dozens is this guy getting? Maybe I should just leave.

The customer noticed I was behind him and asked if I was just there to get a bagel and coffee. I said I was going to get just a bagel. So he offered to let the bagelguy go ahead and serve me before continuing with his dozens.

“Thanks,” I said. I ordered my bagel.

Then the customer told the bagelman he would pay for my bagel.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I said. “You’re being nice enough just letting me jump in before you’re finished.”

“No, I’m sorry I was taking so much time with my order,” he said. Then looking at the bagelman, “Just include his with my dozens.”

“Well,” I said, “thanks a lot. That’s nice.” And I left with my fresh bagel.

It was just a minor thing, really, but that’s really cool.

Bullgrit
bullgrit@totalbullgrit.com