He’s got the pen, so he must be doling it out, but what is it? His digits? A prescription for antibiotics to treat an itchy rash? The name of a Sicilian hit man to take care of some unpleasant business? A list of television networks at the time?
Category: Photography
Ducks At Dawn
The ducks and I were up before the sun on Tuesday. I had an urge to don a Katherine Hepburn white turtleneck and yell, “The loons! The looons! They’re welcoming us back!”
Wet Pumpkins Judging Yellow Sportscar
How Pilgrims Roll
Colors Of Fall
Just got back from a quick trip to Hot Springs, Arkansas. What lovely foliage they have!
Cotton Twill Shorts: Making Her Manly While Making Him Nelly
Hiding The Remains
Is He Roasting Corncobs With His Ski Pole?
How I Feel At The Movie Theater
Even before annoying ringtones and bright-screened smart phones, movie theaters could still be a wretched placed to spend two hours of your life. There were legs behind your seat that would kick you. Chatty people who didn’t know when to shut up. Babies. What moron brings a human under three years old to a movie theater? The late arrivals squeezing past you (and late means ANYONE ARRIVING AFTER 15 MIN PRIOR TO THE MOVIE). No arm room (the fella appears to be elbowing a man in plaid). The sound of popcorn being crunched in an adjacent person’s mouth. Slurping. And fart clouds. Always fart clouds.
On Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen
and Blitzen Blitzed.
Unrequited Adoration
Lost Indian Photobomb
I Don't Get It 