Flowers tag archive

September has been something to endure. And that’s being cheerful about it.

When the gate’s open, I step in for a few shots.

I keep meaning to just ask someone if I can come in.

I’d like to get shots of all of it before I move.

Crazy Sign Person went into re-runs.

I remember when summer meant marigolds

Speaking of memory, the night depository is a relic now, right?

Returning from the bank in the early morning, I saw an apple on the sidewalk.

I looked up.

Then I went out to Port Jefferson. I always walk to the LIRR now as well. My legs are cheaper and still more reliable than the subway.

It rained. It was apropos.

Wet. Scattered. Metaphor.

Down the drain and on the street.

Hot Pink. Not the ideal way to keep Victoria’s Secret.