Hands up

Remnants of Grandma's house

We forgot Jesus

Birdstrike

woodpecker

Outside of work, there is a certain sidewalk square that seems to be some sort of magnet for dead birds. There is something especially tragic about seeing fallen birds. Something odd about something so free being unceremoniously plucked from the heavens. Something a bit off about so many falling in the same 3'x3' square. Aviane Bermuda Triangle I suppose. I started photographing them last summer.

Southside

Southside St. Louis.

Forgive the image quality. It will take me a few posts to find out what settings work best. And probably a few more before I actually have a clear idea of where this abomination of a blog is heading. until then... enjoy some of this and a bit of that.

Neptune, unimpressed with...everything.

Have to start somewhere

It's taken me a bit longer to break the eggs for this omelet than it normally might. But I figure I get zero traffic on my site so it doesn't matter much what I post. So lets begin. Perhaps with a few photos.

~ onward