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Le South Beach hodge-podge finale. Well, not quite final but close.

Too bad I can’t find anyone to finance my street photography activities. The deal would work like this. A very very nice individual would buy me a plane ticket to a destination outside of Dallas (preferably somewhere I can swim and where no one wields a machete), put me up in a hotel that would not have to be a Mandarin Oriental (see, I’m not asking for the moon), and in return I would provide this extremely endearing person with a photographic slice of life from said tropical destination. This arrangement would work particularly well for someone with a fear of flying and who would want to live vicariously through me. Living is something I do really well. I’m just throwing this idea out there. You never know…

Last day of my South Beach mini-vacation before emigrating to Downtown Miami for a couple of days. Last walk on Ocean Drive.

sobe1_007You can’t make noise on Ocean Drive unless…

sobe1_014Unless you attempt to save the South Beach sinners. South Beach is a great place for sinners.

sobe1_0161I think this one is a sinner. If not, I’m volunteering to take him down that path.

sobe1_0371The parrot downing shots? Sinner.

sobe1_056Women in total need of atonement.

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sobe1_059South Beach’s idea of day entertainment: Mango’s

sobe22_102It’s good to know that the repentance people are right across the street.

sobe2_007Moving on… This man has been waiting to get paid for three months. It is however unclear whether he has been waiting three months in this chair. Conversation proved difficult due to the bitterness that comes with not getting paid for three months.

sobe2_0452South Beach cops get to wear cool beach attire and ride funky lawn-mower looking machines.

sobe2_023I have developed a liking to photographing people and their cell phones. Like here…

sobe1_009and there.

sobe2_011These, I just had to photograph for the hair awesomeness

sobe2_015These guys were totally messing with me, a stark contrast from the very well behaved hair ladies.

sobe1_036The Muscle Beach. Some need it more than others.

zsobe1_003Reviewed beach attire, not great for tanning, but definitely beats an SPF 50+

sobe1_005Four days in South Beach and I saw four retirees total. Retiring in Miami must totally be an urban legend. Either that or someone keeps them well-hidden from the general public (or the repentance people got to them and they all moved to Utah.)

I think that when I retire (which is probably never if the markets do not rally to my long and plaintive moans of despair), I would not want to be surrounded by six-packed stud muffins and sixteen year old Brazilian models (photographing these must have slipped my mind – so sorry.)  I’d sincerely prefer to live among the arthritic wrinkly folks attached to oxygen tanks who still want to have a good old time (Utah is out.) Wait until I blog about that!

Hi! My name is Nathalie and I am a sport addict

I have never considered myself a sport fan by any means, more a nerd who rides her bicycle a lot. I do not watch games on TV. I do not date sport nuts. I never know which teams play in the  Superbowl. So imagine my surprise when I suddenly discovered my inner jock in South Beach and that through no amount of introspection whatsoever.

I was walking up the Rive Droite of Ocean Drive and sat on a little wall to do some people watching with Xuxa. My gaze rested absently on a bunch of men playing beach volley ball. Oooh the sheer intricacies! The strategery! The magic of the little ball flying over the net! Finally a sport I could follow hours after hours after hours… I am not sure I can adequately convey my new found love for the game but I took a few photographs to help you understand.

asobe1_018My favorite

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I still feel puzzled by my sudden attraction to the game. I self-analyzed all the way back to Dallas and could not come up with any answers… I just know my inner jock is telling me to move close to a beach (preferably in Italy.)