What are our chances?
Slim to none, on a good day.
Then let's work with "slim."



The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Narrow
What are our chances?
Slim to none, on a good day.
Then let's work with "slim."



The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Narrow
I’m not very good at choreographing photos. My most interesting photographs seem to come out of unexpected moments, unplanned outcomes. Being able to capture something memorable on film (or in pixels?) is — one might say — the “cherry on top” of being in the right place at the right time.
Examples:
Arriving early for an appointment and waiting in my car, thinking I should walk around the neighborhood to look for something interesting to photograph. And then a man bicycles past me with a dog riding on his shoulder.

Taking a mundane photo of flowers and being photobombed by a curious fur ball.

Looking out my window by happenstance and encountering a beautiful sunset.

Taking a photo of a bridge, only to discover I have captured a snow-covered mountain in the background.

Okay, I’m joking with that last one, but the beautiful mountain view was the “cherry on top” of a wonderful walk along the river with family.
One could say that the accidental photo ops are sometimes the most “fruitful.”
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Cherry On Top
rotted wood transforms as time, weather and worm holes sculpt a masterpiece

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Details
hazy sky holds moon power poles hide conifers wires frame naturescape

The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Opposites

“Are you sure, brown dog? Bark if I see ANYTHING at all on the street, and twice as loud if I see NOTHING at all?”

“Hmmm. Fruity, black currant, vanilla, buttery… I’d say cab-sauvignon aged in oak.”
“I’d say cherry Pop Tart.”

Synchronized Sleeping
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Partners
neck curved in repose slowly lengthens and straightens upon sighting prey





The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Curve
Pure –
1. free from anything of a different, inferior, or contaminating kind;
free from extraneous matter.
Free from difference, inferiority, contamination…
Perhaps, just perhaps,
purity is in the eye
of the beholder.

Pure white flowers, tinged in purple.

Pure innocence surrounded by pure white light.

Pure white flame reflected in purely smooth melted wax.

Pure delight and wonder wrapped in pure white fur.
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Pure

One day I was
too tired to meet my
three friends
for drinks at
five o’clock, so I deep-
sixed that idea, and instead went to the
7-Eleven store and
ate
nine corndogs. Within
ten minutes, I felt ill, so I returned to the 7-
Eleven and bought
twelve indigestion tablets for
thirteen dollars. From now on, I’ll leave the junk food
for teens to consume.

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Numbers

Dear Morning Glory:
Despite the beauty of your blossoms,
in your determined quest to reach the sun
you appear to be strangling my currant bush.
While I find both you and the currant bush
aesthetically pleasing, I unfortunately
need to sacrifice one to spare the other.

Contrary to your innocent appearance,
I know you to be quite ruthless in your
climb to the top, and it seems to matter not
whom you strangle in the process.
Please consider this letter to be
your eviction notice. You must
cease and desist from wrapping your tendrils
around the stems of the currant resident.

In order to facilitate your departure,
I am uprooting you from the ground.
While I hope this resolves our conflict,
I suspect you will try to make a comeback.
Be warned:
I will be diligent in
policing my grounds.
Sincerely,
The Keeper of the Pruning Shears
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Spare