Late drinks and Williams & Graham, talking with a friend about hard things.
Got my emissions tested before work so I could renew my tags.
Paid the registration fee as soon as the test showed up in the system. Still don’t have the new tags.
Was riding my bike from work to pick my car up from the shop.
Lots of people turned around to see what I was taking a picture of. Most of them were exercising—running or on their bikes. But why did they look?
This plant—it’s a holdout from three years ago when I sold my condo in Louisville and had to stage it to make it more salable.
I don’t particularly like it. It has pretty flowers and it makes a mess. But it sticks around with only minimal effort.
I should really stop trying to force the objects that surround me into life metaphors.
Cocktails on my favorite roof deck in Denver.
I was having a hard time deciding what to do with this guy since I got it back from the shop. So I burned through a roll to see how it turned out. Now to wait.
Learning about how two separate entities come together.
Some parts look pretty, but it’s not always clear if the awkward parts must be ignored or if the entities are better off on their own.
Quiet walk around Boulder on a warm summer night with some ice cream.
Found two cool things I wanted to remember.
Bad size comparison photo: M6 (just back from the shop) and an a7s. The a7s body is tiny, but the lenses are nearly as big as SLR lenses.
I’m on assignment to master the a7s. Not complaining.
Sometimes when I leave work I suddenly remember that I’m trying to take a picture for every day and that I spent the whole day cooped up in an office looking at a computer screen and not thinking at all about a project I care about.
Moments like those make me wonder when I’ll figure out how to move past that.
Grandma’s memory stone in the Cheyenne Botanic Gardens.
“There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.” —Rachel Carson
Bella helped me grill brats.
I had just watched “Under the Skin” and was walking back to my place after dropping the disc off at a Red Box. From now on I will always be paranoid about beautiful dark-haired women driving a right-hand drive white van.
Anyway the reflection off the black pavement reminded me of the movie.