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Town’s simple rhythms

I stopped to get some photos of a car wash (I always think I’ll like photos of car washes, but to date I haven’t actually made any that are bloggable.) It had rained earlier in the day, and that nice puddle caught my attention, and then I saw the reflection of all that stuff.

And the car wash photos? I’ll just say you won’t see them here.

Goliad, Texas
photographed 5.6.2019

It’s like we were watching each other

It was a standoff between the security camera and me. No word on who won, but it was probably neither of us.

Tomorrow, we’ll be moving along to South Texas. Plan accordingly.

Eddy Street
San Francisco, California
photographed 4.14.2019

The Night Shop

Maybe you’re getting tired of all these photos from California. Good news (if you are): there’s only one more after this one.  You’ve made it through!

Grant Avenue
San Francisco, California
photographed 4.15.2019

Letter Box

And here we have another example of my looking inside something, or at least letting my camera look around and capture what was there. In this case, the camera was very kind and captured the World’s Shiniest Floor™ and the World’s Last Letterbox*.

Good work, camera.

(There’s been some talk in the past – and I am looking right at you, Ehpem – that I carry a vat of Photographer’s Floor Shine™ with me on my travels. I can state without reservation that I can neither confirm nor deny those allegations.)

New Montgomery Street
San Francisco, California
photographed 4.14.2019


Dry Cleaners

I was listening to the tour guides. Really, I was. But the inside of the confusingly-named dry cleaners required some photographic attention. And who better to provide it? (Other than, probably, nearly anyone else with a camera. But still.)

near Leavenworth and Post Streets
San Francisco, California
photographed 4.14.2019

PS. My rules keep expanding. Now we’re up to:
1. Look around back.
2. Look up.
3. Look the other direction.
4. Look through the window, if it’s a business or something and you’re not going to be creeping on someone just trying to enjoy a quiet day at home.

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