A grey, misty day in City Park.
New Orleans, LA.
“From the sky, the highway’s straight as it could be…”
Descending over New Orleans, a column of rain in the near distance, streams parallel to roads, dipping below to cross and meander in its own fashion.
“Playing around with camera phone” or, “From where I sit…”
Fred the Spider who lives by the host desk in Cafe Amelie’s courtyard.
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Practicing on Niagara. Even if you can’t spend $2000 on a lens, there is at least this.
The Dance of the Sugar Plum Froggies. (They’re not just for eating anymore.)
KU Natural History Museum.
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There are few things more perfect, more damned magical than a jar of amber colored, naturally sweet bee spit. So much hard work stolen, the least you can do is respect it, savor it. This particular, Tupelo.
She came with curves, and we gave her great, dark linear cuts. No less beautiful in her morning dress. The ragged, soggy, drowning edges of earth as seen from
New Orleans to Houston through a