Storm Night

Early in the day, the wind blew hot and cold gusts and whistled close to the ground. But it was long after that, after nightfall, that the storm finally arrived.

Hurricane Musings

My teenage son and I sat on the edge of the lawn and watched the storm roll in. I said it was coming slow, 4 miles an hour. Walking speed.

My son said, musingly, what if there was a man at the center of the storm...no, a demon...what if there was a demon at the center of the storm and the demon was walking?

I laughed, because I'd had the exact same thought. Like mother, like son. We've read a lot of comic books, we have. But we both got a little chill, thinking about it.

The things that go through your head while waiting for a storm.

Coffee After Midnight

When  you are able to take a night drive with your beloved, and you have change for a cup of coffee, even the most ordinary symbol can become beautiful.

The M stands for McDonald's but maybe also Mysterious, Mystical, Midnight, More.

The Constitution Street Fog

Not especially different from the De Leon Street Fog, or the Navarro Street Fog, but nevertheless, that's what it is.

Had enough fog yet? Too bad. The daytime fog is up next. Heh.

Random Fogginess, Quite Literally

Sometimes you just point your camera into pitch darkness and see what turns up later. Kind of like... erm...photo gambling. :p

Silent Hedges

The shrubbery in the vacant field looked somehow menacing...