I don’t quite have the words and I think that is the way it is supposed to be.
I was photographing the sunrise at the pond in the magical fifteen minute period just before the sun appears. It is still … Read the rest
In the Bunker
I don’t have a dog. I also don’t have a cat. Or birds. I was at a party this weekend where the owners had so many birds in their bathroom I was waiting for Alfred Hitchcock as I washed my … Read the rest
Morning Wire
When I think of my small town, I don’t think “sky”. It is a good example of me not seeing something right smack in front or, in this case, above me. Has this sky been here all the years I’ve … Read the rest