I’m now back up in DC on yet another unscheduled side quest, but I’ll be heading south again to pick up my travels where I left off.
It feels like meditation in one image to me.
I guess I just need to step outside my comfort zone.
If I have to choose a physical location to associate with the word ‘home’, it’d be Surf City, NC.
Today is a celebration of the art that is photography.
Mama and papa took off when I got up to go get the camera, but the three babies hung out and let me take their picture.
I made it safely to Indiana, and I’ll be here for an indeterminate period of time.
It’s funny how much or how little some things change.
Looks like I forgot to take an actual photo that day, but I did take a selfie.
Collegiate Gothic, 16th century China, and a New Jersey Trash Panda
I’m worn out, but I’m trying to get the posting caught up. But I’m skipping a post here and there for a reason.
Yesterday was the day my Zeus became mortal. Yesterday was the day Olympus crumbled.
These days, feel-good stories seem few and far between, so I thought I should definitely share this one.
I’m feeling pretty relieved about things.
So a thing happened a few weeks ago that involved a broken mirror, a Toyota Camry, some contraband, the 13th, a daring escape from Canada, and a surprising amount of blood.
I just wanted to get a few shots of the tulips in bloom before it got dark.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been so flippant about that whole breaking a mirror on the 13th thing.