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West Texas is a quite a ways from the closest ocean – about 500 miles – so it is a little bit of a mystery about these oyster shells that have been pressed into the rough concrete on these graves. I see this sort of regularly in my wanderings and always wonder about the process of it all.
These markers are in fairly good condition; most of the time all the shells are broken, by our wicked summer hail or by vandals: I do not know.
Meadow, Texas
photographed 11.7.2020
Wavy glass, with gold
Of course we went to Versailles.
I was overwhelmed (not necessarily in a good way) by the place – all that gold and pretentiousness got on my nerves. But at least I was able to find some nice wavy glass to look through.
Versailles, France
photographed 6.8.2017
Careful Observation
Just a graffiti-enhanced street scene in Paris. Those two gentlemen next to the bicycle seem to be paying careful attention to something – I wonder what it was that they were so interested in…
Paris
photographed 6.8.2017
Hotel visitor contemplates her day
This town was my parents’ favorite in all of England. They talked about it a lot. The Patient Spouse and I took my dad on a last trip to England after my mom died, and of course he planned a trip around this town. And then, when the Patient Spouse and I took Miss Hannah Harvey on a trip to England, we wanted to go back and see it again.
All that aside, what do you suppose that woman in the window is thinking about. Maybe it’s “why do SO MANY Texans think they need to keep coming here?”
Bourton-on-the-Water, England
photographed 6.1.2017
Garden Gate Gentleman
For reasons that I am not sure I fully understand, I haven’t been out shooting much lately. As a result, you are about to be treated to a dive into the archives.
This gentleman totally knew I’d taken his picture, didn’t he?
Snowshill Manor, England
photographed 6.4.2017
One Day | One Image 