Dad’s Gates
Sunday morning light
Saturday morning with the boys
Lost horizon
Blue man in black and white
The shadow knows
Still has those puppy eyes
A few feet away
Greenleeves
Stories on cardboard
One step closer
He stood like this, while I fumbled in my pocket, pulled out my phone, tapped the app, waited for it to load, took three photos. And he was gone.
Team work
Holding up the tree
Quacktavia
Ready to run
Next up for a table
Our dinner with Bart
Bustarobics
Someone was cranky
It’s not
Thinking and pondering
Sunday morning
Remembering PFC Scott
Grey sky at night, photographers’ delight
Pay no attention to the man behind me
Dogs on parade
A time to wait, A time to make phone calls, A time for an oil change
The return of Zoom
Fall has fallen