One of my favs from the One Hour Photos project I did back in September. More to come.
Leslie has such a great look and vibe – a sweetheart and a fun model.
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8/25/13 – Allis-Chalmers
I knew my dad went “country” when he bought an old John Deere farm tractor and drove it in the Memorial Day parade (and when he started listening to country music, and when he bought two cows for slaughter).
My grandpa had an agricultural museum in his barn filled with mysterious tools and gadgets from his Depression-era farming life. He’d always ask, “Do you know what this used to do?” Of course I didn’t.
So my rural roots don’t run deep, per se, but they’re there. I do like to keep my garden, and I do think old guys in suspenders and unironic trucker hats performing in a tractor pull is pretty fun.
Today ends the month-long On Taking Pictures photography challenge. One month of images, one per day, every day of the month.
8/24/13 – Action Super Heroes
Saturday was the last big sale day for my favorite local comic shop. Leonard, the owner, is retiring as of Labor Day.
The good news, however, is that he may have found a buyer for the place. They have to get things worked out with the bank, but otherwise it’s a go.
That’s my friend Jon Hart in the background, there, digging through the alternative titles. I’m mainly a Spidey and X-Men guy, myself.
8/23/13 – Sunrise Through the Willows
Another great on-my-way-to-work shot.
It was move-in day at the college on Friday, so I went in a bit early. And boy, am I glad I did. The sun was a bit lower on the horizon. Hence: this.
8/22/13 – Yard Sale
Thinking this may be my next project: a collection of yard and garage sale signs.
Just the good ones, though. This one seems particularly haphazard, with the tape and the arrow in pen.
8/20/13 – Foggy Sunrise
I don’t do many landscape-type shots, but the morning light and the fog in the field made this one a must-grab.
8/19/13 – Locally Grown
Nothing beats a good farmer’s market – especially when it’s jam-packed with good stuff.
There’s a part of me that could sit down and eat every peach and red raspberry in the joint, at least mentally. Physically…well…
The color. The smell. The craving. It’s all there, man.
