Sunday afternoon… in the city
It is Sunday and I have a few hours to spare. I am dropped downtown with my camera in hand …
It is Sunday and I have a few hours to spare. I am dropped downtown with my camera in hand …
Hot coffee, peace and quiet, and the morning paper. It doesn’t get any better! Now let me see, first, the …
My neighbor Rick was born and raised on a farm. He lived and worked the land into his forties, when …
Monday, and it’s back to work. Of course the 09/12 is a reference to yesterday. The media was filled with …
Sunday morning. On the way to groceries I pull into a Starbucks to while away an hour or so. The …
Poetic interlude. A pause for the cause after the exertion of yesterday’s post. A brief surge of male potency, and …
Like the old rural churches I wrote about in my last post, I also love the look of these abandoned …
Cities in the U.K. have been set ablaze and the authorities say the criminals will be caught and punished. Vancouver …
Byron, from England, entertains the crowd. Poor Soul hasn’t found the Cafe yet You’ll have to bear with me on …