If the tiny person in the foreground were wearing red, I'd think of Fitz Hugh Lane.
I'm drawn to the way puddles recapture the world. This one was at the Rowley flea market about 6:30 this morning. Rachel is one of the reflected figures. I like the edges, and the way tufts of grass distress the water's surface.
The queen is bald. Long live the queen!
(Queen Harvest is surely bald?)
I don't have room for more of these lasts, so I didn't even ask the price of them. I do have a weakness for feet and hands. I bought a foot-shaped darning egg today.
These were in a box at the Rowley flea market this morning. One of them - just a head, I think - is still asleep.
This is how it looked tonight. My eyes still feel the spot where I stared for too long. No regrets, though.
I liked the outline of this ship model on a window frame. Like a drawing against the view of the outside, framed and contained. You can just see the ocean beyond.
I don't know if the scoring sheets are as old as the lanes, but it looks as if someone bought a good supply when the place was built.
Winky is about to bowl a strike here. (Note the pins being set - by hand - in lane one.)
Mark keeps track of how we're all doing. (In my case, not very well!)
The oak leaf hydrangea gets bigger and blooms better every year. I'm pleased with how sharp the macro lens is on my new little camera.
This is a first attempt at a photolog. I've used one of the poppy images.
