This fine gentleman here is soon off to school again to pursue even higher education. He held a little soiree at a local “dive bar” (in quotes because they are trying to be a dive bar).
George and I are sharecroppers. We pay to rent someone else’s land, then do what we will with the produce… at our local community garden. I put our name on a list and a year later we got accepted. At first, it was very exciting. And then we realized that the weeds never, ever stop coming. Our garden is now a horrific mess of a place. We never work on it. It always needs water. It certainly didn’t help that our enormous cherokee purple tomato plant only gave us two usable tomatoes. The other two were eaten by birds and the plant hasn’t seen fit to set any more fruit.
Around 10pm last night, I realized I hadn’t taken a picture yet. For the second year, I’m working on a Project 365, a surprisingly ambitious venture that requires at least one image each day. Many times, it forces creativity. Other times, I’m pretty sure I’m gaining nothing at all by picking up the camera and snapping what’s for dinner. Maybe it’s working on me in ways I don’t understand.