In many ways it’s the worst season in which to make pictures. The sun is always too high, even when it isn’t. The light color is too white. 316 more words
18 hours, 14 minutes ago
I’m trying to make ten great summertime pictures. This could be one of those pictures.
It speaks to me about the hot sun, the wild plants growing along fences, buildings and up and over anything that has been abandoned. 160 more words
1 day, 18 hours ago
Sunday. A quiet Sunday.
It’s hot here. It’s humid here.
Only a few flowers seem happy in these conditions.
Since one of the local weather people let it slip and admitted we had started our seemingly never-ending summer’s heat, all I can say as, “Oh goodie.” 56 more words
2 days, 19 hours ago
Art. Sort of.
Remember those wires that I published a week or so ago? Welp, I found another open AT&T telephony box. So, I did the only thing that I would do. 261 more words
3 days, 18 hours ago
It’s the little things. That you find. In the dark.
Usually fallen leaves stick to a wet car. That usually means rain has fallen. Not this time. 302 more words
4 days, 18 hours ago
I found a flower. A tiny translucent thing. I’ve seen them before. When they are a little older. They are pale yellow. This one is young. 298 more words
5 days, 18 hours ago
I found another one. A lock. That’s two days in a row.
This time it was just sitting on a curb. Locked tight. It looked like it had been left there on purpose. 136 more words
6 days, 18 hours ago