Tied my dawg by the railroad tracks,
choo choo train's gonna break his back;
Used to call him Spot, now he's called Splat;
And that's the kind of person we are . . .
Oh, baby, won't you come home with me . . . .
A personal quest to take one picture every day, and write at least 100 words for an entire year.
What Am I Doing Here?
This is my attempt to take one picture every day for an entire year. So far, so good . . . .
Monday, September 20, 2010
September 8, 2010
Sometimes, it's a shamefully uninspiring picture day. I had taken three pictures on a lark, but was unimpressed with all of them.
September 7, 2010
There was a vine that slowly climbed up a chair on our front porch and slowly began to take over. I'm not convinced that if someone were to sit in the chair, more vine wouldn't snake up and drag the unfortunate visitor to their doom . . . .
September 6, 2010
I had a small lot of Xmas lights that were never used, so I thought about keeping them near a reflective surface and seeing what kind of shots would come out. This one wasn't too bad in color, but I liked the mood it produced when I converted to black and white.
September 3, 2010
I think my youngest has already found his first car. It was a 1999 Camaro SS. Not quite as nice as the new ones, but I could see the attraction . . .
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