Saturday morning with Jim
It feels like if Robert Frank were shooting in color, and loved sweets, this would be one of his outs.
Good morning to you
Beeware the busy bee
Pretty light. Pretty flowers.
Best part of the job
What does it look like to you?
“Surprisingly good,” they said. And they were right.
A town hall
Serenity and faded obscenity
Bribery
Sprinkle, sprinkle, little, er, sprinkler.
Fezzik claims this as emperor of the dogdom
Two of these feet are not like the others
It’s not what it looks like. There was no proposal of marriage
Shhhhhh
One person’s weed is another person’s photo of the day
July sprinklers bring August flowers
Mayhem at the library
Dog with ball and inflatable collar
Why me?-Why you? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. ~ Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse-Five)
His Blue Period
Alone in a crowd
Fez and me makes three
Garden Art
Leaves of green
The tables are turned
Butcher, singular
Abe, watching us
Sing, Read, Talk, Play & Large Muscles