
I have no idea why I choose such a sucky frame. But those flowers! What color! My glorious neighbor’s yard. Talk about stress relief.

I have no idea why I choose such a sucky frame. But those flowers! What color! My glorious neighbor’s yard. Talk about stress relief.

The first day of each month members of the City Daily Photo family share a photo related to a selected theme. This month’s theme? Empty. I like the textures and colors of the above wall, found on Tribble Street.
Click here to view thumbnails for all participants. They are worth checking out!
I DECRY that yellow dust floating through the air, swirling in puddles, and blanketing my plastic yard chair. My face pounds just thinking about its ubiquitous fine grains. Pollen even makes my little beagle mix, Croc, cough and sneeze, poor guy. It’s a menace! But, oh, how my tune changed with this pic. This bright bee, on this wonderful neighbor’s flower, loading up with tons of pollen. Spread it and use it well, oh, pretty, bee!

I took a short walk this weekend and was delighted with this sight. I love that my neighbor made the growing of tomatos something beautiful too.

Excited to swim at Hartwell Lake, I bought a disposable waterproof camera. The quality? Only iffy, as you can see. But what fun to capture Gator, a friend’s boxer, swimming for the joy of it.

At the turn of last century, Anderson directed the railroad tracks “under” Main Street. Without the view of the tracks from above, travelers on Main Street would never know the existence of the viaduct beneath their feet. Interesting stuff — especially for the little ones.

Can you believe she’s in her mid-90’s? Miss Beryl and family were walking out of a local restaurant when all began oooing and ahhhing over the Thunderbird. Beryl pointed out the coordinating colors. (Even her shoes!
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As an aside, looking over this photo makes me realize how far I have to go in framing well. *Yikes!* I wish I had thought to shoot from below. 20/20 and all that.
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I grew up in the presbyterian church, even visited a methodist church for a while, and their inner workings always seemed so mysterious and from “on high.” Decisions and judgments handed down from the session of elders — or even worse, the area presbytery.
Unless one was tapped for a committee or the like, there was no congregational governing. The above pic? A good gracious, full-on baptist “town hall” meeting at Capstone Community Church’s new location on West Whitner. It was a called Wednesday night question-and-answer reunion, to discuss moving into the newly acquired building, which needs a LOT of work to get up to code. (Note the ladder at the left.
) I kinda sat there amazed as lay people shared their professional insight into the construction needed and the monies coming and going. Quite a trip. By the way, love the green carpet, don’t you?

We are out of the drought zone, and I’m so grateful. The downside to all the rain? My jungle of a yard. Walking outdoors, I surround myself with a wet, mosquito-infested blanket called “air.”