Waiting for my Lyft, I looked up.
I love that the days are getting shorter. It didn’t hurt that I headed out quite a bit earlier today, either.
Our local Dawson Creek park has a tunnel high schoolers pose in for their senior portraits. Its interior is painted black, now flat black, so taggers can use chalk instead of spray paint. This gambit is only partially successful. Regardless, after a quick pressure wash and a fresh coat, it’s primed for more artwork. I… Continue reading Hearts, Part VIII
A couple of days ago, as I walked from the parking lot to the MAX station, I heard a mourning dove. The previous morning, I’d heard a dove and quickly found it, not in the trees, but on the power lines. This day, I didn’t see it on the power lines or in the trees.… Continue reading Morning Pole
Gilligan and Hazel are happy that Melissa is visiting.
A couple of weeks back, the cloud approached the ground. MAX lead the way.
Waiting for the MAX in the morning, not much to do but get my podcasts ready to go and watch trains headed the wrong way.
This past Sunday, the camera in my Google Pixel 2 just quit working. After a nice online chat with a Google representative and an RMA in hand, the phone is off to be replaced. In the meantime, I’m carrying my old Samsung S6 with its cracked screen. After all, how else could I capture these… Continue reading Westward into the Fair Complex MAX Station
A mid-day appointment meant a different MAX station in the morning. I almost forgot to get off at the right station on the way home.