The colors of fall are beginning to fade and soon enough the air will chill and the snow will fall.
“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you’ll see the way to fly.”
I had a nice conversation with the fine folks of Station 27 from the Milwaukee Fire Department today at a neighborhood block party.
These small containers of washable paint belong to my son. I noticed the complementary colors when I was cleaning his painting supplies and I thought, ‘I have to shoot those!’
It’s amazing how beautiful a single flower floating in a water filled glass bowl can be.
Does anyone remember carrying the Kodak Instamatic around? Or perhaps remember your parents (or grandparents) snapping shots with this? I certainly do.
The monkey bars, the swings, the slides, and the fire poles. My son visited all of them multiple times on this summer morning visit to the playground.
A pencil on a blank white page. Another image inspired by my lack of any good ideas for my image of the day.
We spent a day and a night at the carnival. And even at 48 years old, I feel like a kid, wide-eyed and excited about the rides, the food, the sights, sounds, and smells.