Steven ran his first half-marathon last month and I couldn’t be more proud of him. It was a bit chilly that morning, but it didn’t dampen his spirits.
You did a great job Steven. Congratulations on landing 19th place at 1:42:32.19!!!!!!
The infamous ‘sweat angel’. 🙂
Looking through the lens and blinders we incorporate in our lives and missing the bigger picture on a daily basis.
The depreciation of the yellow. The browning of the red. The shedding of the forest. We’ve left behind all that fall could have offered and barreled our way toward another solstice.
An asphalt forest bathed in an ocean of autos greets us as we search desperately for a space to call our own. “Are they leaving or just getting here?” she asks as I look through the throng of glass and steel for some vehicular real estate. We could park further away and benefit from the long and arduous walk to our shopping Mecca. Or, throw caution to the wind and occupy the empty paraplegic space.
The last of the peppers from the garden. May their heat keep winter at bay.
In the cave of my dreams drippings of lard from the BBQ smoker take the place of limestone creations thousands of years in the making.
If only we had the map with us. Too bad there was no cellular, smart phone, multiple bars, can-you-hear-me-now? connection out here in the nether world of no cell towers. Take a left at the fork, look for the spoon, and don’t forget the knife.
I guess this is the half-way point of the project. Sorry there are no golden nuggets of wisdom or witty things to say after six months of daily images. Ask me at day 365 or 366 depending on the leap.
No need to worry when those 100 watt incandescent bulbs go the way of the dinosaurs.
Crumbling infrastructure and the scenic country side.
