My parents met on Friday the 13th, and my brother's birthday is often on Friday the 13th. My contractions started on Friday the 13th (but I gave birth to my son early on Saturday the 14th). I've never had superstitions about this day, but it's always fun to acknowledge.
I went to Fourth Bluff to see John Paul Keith (pictures to come) and wander around downtown a bit. While sitting in the grass, listening to music, hoping the rain would hold off (it did!), everyone in my family found a four lead clover.
I repeat - everyone in my family found a four leaf clover! What a lucky Friday the 13th!
Spotted, isolated, picked - VICTORY!
Playing around with double exposure in-camera!