Today’s my honey’s birthday. I promised her I’d put the registration sticker on the license plate for her we when we got back from buying water, so up the drive I trod. Thirty-five degrees and breezy in full sun, no jacket. I did the job and put the registration card inside the glove box. While I sat there halfway off the passenger seat, door open to the wind and sunlight pouring in, I felt like everything was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I don’t know how else to put it, it was just a thing that was.
Later on I had a fit because a two buck app decided not to work. Now what the hell is that? I’m not here on this Earth to bitch and whine, never mind how much fun it is. The car goes down the road. I am not dead. In towns like this, there’s one main highway going through. The car goes down the road. I am not dead. The car goes down the road.
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Happy Birthday, K!!!
Yesterday was my 46th, so we’re almost twinkies.
Well, Happy Birthday to you, then! (I’ll tell her. Maybe she knows what “twinkies” are.)
“happy birthday to her! — everyday we are born! — everyday we are free.!” — from the lama birthday song . . . . . . and ahhhh, and i see the taos mystical experience of the coors lite truck in your photo — which is actually a permanent sculpture installation on the main drag (and not for sale) — DAS
I like that birthday song! (Sang it to my wife, she dug it.) Hear you on the beer truck. Guess it’s hopeless now.
Have you ever taken a bad photo? Like when you were starting out? You seem to have a natural sense of composition on everything, which tends to be the hardest thing for amateurs to learn.
Generous words, amigo! Gracias.
It’s funny. When I’m zooming in or panning with the camera, there’s usually a point where things go BOOM. If I go past it and come back, it’s still there, so I know it’s real. Lately though I’m more into cropping, also finally discovered the rule of thirds. (Duh.) It helps.
BTW, I’m looking into selling mounted prints online. Stay tuned.