SNYDERMANIA: The Arizona Justice League of Photographers and the Banana go to Canyon Lake and Tortilla Flats

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The Arizona Justice League of Photographers and the Banana go to Canyon Lake and Tortilla Flats

The amazing photographs on this posting are available for your viewing pleasure thanks to blogger, Kavita of India...

Armed with a tank full of gas and a few cameras and a fresh banana, the Arizona Justice League of Photographers headed East of metropolitan Phoenix to do their thing at Canyon Lake and Tortilla Flats.

Clif the Lawyer barely eludes a giant banana. You're reading the sign right - it does say 14 feet, 3 inches.

Clif the Lawyer gets up close and personal with a giant banana.

Former New Christy Minstrels singer, Eric the Photographer has no idea of what looms behind.

Too late...

When a banana's got to go, a banana's got to go.

The giant bananas are absolutely ubiquitous.

Clif the Lawyer, Eric the Photographer and Rick the IT guy exchange banter in the presense of the giant banana.

The banana shares a few stories and jokes with Clif and Eric.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...: What is it with you and bananas?

Love it!

Splendid narrative along the way :); December 30, 2009 at 6:13 PM
Susan R. Mills said...: I love it! I am so glad I came across your blog this year. Every time I stop by, I have a good laugh. I look forward to reading your posts in 2010.; December 30, 2009 at 8:56 PM
Guely of Sweden said...: The giant banana is back! I smell a franchise here, man. I see t-shirts, happy meals, banana pillows and Michael Bay punching Spielberg to get you first!!; December 31, 2009 at 4:55 AM
Blues said...: Oh I LOVE that banana!!!! Great job!

I wish you and your family a very happy new year, Dad! It's good to know you.

All the best!
Blues; December 31, 2009 at 10:18 AM
Unknown said...: Is this one of those blogs where the pictures are worth a thousand words or did you just run out of nifty stuff to write? HAHA!

Happy New Year Snyder.; January 2, 2010 at 11:51 PM
#167 Dad said...: quillfeather,
it's an artist thing. my banana is analogous to warhol's can of soup.

susan,
i enjoy your blog as well. you keep me on my toes as a writer.

guely,
thanks for having my back, but i got to tell you, i think spielberg could take bay.

blues,
thanks for appreciating the banana. happy new year!

blair,
not enough nifty stuff to write, huh?
the latest post is even worse...
thanks for the comment and happy new year.
runin; January 3, 2010 at 9:12 AM

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