When I spotted these onions in the ditch, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I wonder if a truck spilled these accidentally, or if they rotted and were then thrown away. I tried to salvage some, but they were all rotted. I can't believe that someone would harvest these and then dump them. Hmmmm.
My niece Helen took this on vacation in Quebec. It translates as "Watch out for our children. This one could be . . . yours." I especially like the sock and missing shoe. And the messy hair.
Amazing. That shoe I photographed in the road several months ago is still there, just flipped over and shoved over into the gravel. I don't know why I'm surprised, because this is not a heavily traveled road, but I am.
We saw many moose crossing signs as we drove across Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont. This was the only goat crossing sign, seen on Grand Isle in Lake Champlain.
As I was writing at the kitchen table early this morning, I looked up and thought the deck was on fire! It was the sun rising through the trees. The glass on the door was wet and skewed the view. I grabbed my camera and got this. It looks like the grill is shooting flames, sort of.
I visited the Lawrence Art Center gallery the day after Louie and Jim's opening to take some photos. My daughter-in-law was also taking pictures and spotted this photo opportunity. I used her idea to shoot this one.
Where do they get the fabric for hospital gowns? You never see this sort of print anywhere else. Is there a special factory churning out small prints just for this purpose? Or did the hospital gown companies get a big stash of men's pajama fabrics in the fifties and they're still using it up?
Two Eye Workshop 