From the Kitchen Window

 It's been hard to communicate lately, so I keep to myself and scrawl things in my little book. 

An Everyday Sort of Strangeness, A Quality of Momentary Light

 

Sideways glances at the changing seasons, mercurial weather, mysteries in plain sight. Blinding shimmer, winged shadows, electricity hum, fireflies.

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Adventures In Orange

Gonzales, Texas, on a Tuesday afternoon. Wandering the quiet sun-bleached town. Remembering. Nothing special happened, no epiphany, just the slightest breath of the past, a faint scent to remind me of what it was like to look forward to something.

I snapped this in the mirrored window of a locksmith's shop ("space for rent", the sign said) because of the novelty of blending in with the color scheme.  It almost never happens, you know. I somehow usually manage to clash.

Somewhere in the vicinity of 6th and Congress, or thereabouts....

The layers of peeling paint in the last photo tell an intriguing story.