Category: The Lunch Wire

This is not exactly a Walt Whitman poem but a testament to found photographs. So it’s my birthday. I totally cussed out my family for reasons that were reasonable and unreasonable, mostly the latter. I feel bad. Nothing that I talked about is really their fault but I needed to cuss my head off and they deserve credit for throwing it back at me and not ignoring me and I’m making an apology.

I will be posting a lot of photos — some old and random — to build up some random hype for my show in July at SIP Lounge!

I’ll have a camera that doesn’t let me down.

Sometimes you’re at that eye level.

Well, there you have it. A sure sign of spring from a long time ago.

This is a harmless example but sometimes you walk around and there are random piles of crap. If I ever catch someone leaving a mess bigger than a dog would leave, there will be a cow.

What a mess.

I had a larger cone in my bedroom as a kid for years. I have no idea where it came from other than I know I brought it home one day because it was in the middle of nowhere guarding nothing. It was used as a tee for T-ball sometimes and the top was cracked. I still remember looking at the cone and wondering how to get rid of it. Someone threw it out eventually but it wasn’t me. Probably Mom. I have stuff like cones now that I should throw out.

Sounds good.