Nightmare on Summit Street
I went to the Bean Tuesday afternoon in search of color – color other than shades of brown.
I felt rather derelict because it happened to be Tuesday afternoon and I returned home right about newspaper deadline time. It was like the first act of retirement.
The weather shed
The morning sky shows some color over George Isobar's weather shed.
A photograph of bottlebrush in the winter never made it into print before there was no print remaining.
This apple has reached old age.
While walking new territory in the far southwestern region of residential Morenci, I spied dried sweetgum fruit on the sidewalk. I told one of my walking companions who said something like, "Now you need to find someone who's interested in that."
There was a time when I made a lot of silly YouTube videos while at work. There's an entire collection showing ways to get hurt at the Observer.