I am now, as always, lost in the grainy black and white myth of Bogart and Bacall; a kiss is still a kiss, a twin engine DC 3 waits on the rain slick tarmac in […]
Halfway there…no lie.
Good people, workin’ hard, halfway home in the marathon of a Saturday morning in May.
Valley-After The Rain 2
She said, “Those are nice images of the irises, but now you have to get them in the morning, when they’re wet. They look better that way.” Hmmm. Well, then again, maybe she’s right.
Valley-After The Rain 1
It was a question of light and a matter of finding the camera. After that, it was out of my hands.
