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William in Florida, July of 2012.
wait for it….
#beard
via @yewknee
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Last weekend in Monroe, Louisiana, Stephanie’s father, William, graduated from college. We were all quite proud and attempted to show him this by gathering friends at the family home and gorging ourselves on food and drink. Lots of drink. Lots of food.
His graduation was exciting and inspiring but pales in comparison* to his now-over-two-year-old beast of a beard. He started it in November of 2009 at the outset of what would become the last Whiskerino and he’s been growing it ever since, despite occasional protestation from his wife. I’ve done my best to chronicle this, his first ever beard, on my blog and you can see his journey if you search for beard (and you’ll get bonus beard-related shots in the mix too).
I took some 4x5s of him in the robe and hat and what not, but in terms of raw beard-power, I couldn’t help but post this one now.
*At least to me, it does. But I’m beard-biased.
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morning @81churchstreet’n it with @alanbarton. jealous of his beard. his mustache just gets more manly. @whiskerino
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Tonight the Jefferson County Beekeepers Association had a screening of Queen of the Sun. The turnout was way better than I’d have expected, which is super encouraging.
It was a pleasure to watch the film again (really, please see it when you get a chance!) but better was to see all the characters that turned up!
This guy with a beard is one of the reasons I want to photograph the people in our state who keep bees. He’s fantastic.

Yet another old, being old. Looking old. Being awesome.

Immediately feel in love with this old man and old, bright red, shiny lady.
We are, without a doubt, overwhelmingly in the tiny-sliver percentile in terms of age.


We also saw Paul, from whom we purchased our first hive.

And Dr Cobbs, our mentor (as assigned by the class we took)

But the coup de grace for the evening was this delightful collection of honey from all the counties in the state of Alabama. Each county was listed by its number (we have a weird system in our state) and #47—Madison County—was represented by my late grandfather’s jar of honey. I didn’t expect it and was a bit overwhelmed. Happy and sad, immediately and simultaneously existing within me.


All in all, a lovely evening.
beardspiration.
No idea who took this. Brilliant shot.