One thing about my job: it gets me out of bed at an early hour.
On Friday, I was almost late for work because I stopped for photos.
7 am. Days are getting shorter.
Tiger, my bodyguard, shadows me for several blocks.
This factory emits a stench like unto roasted soyabeans.
It's a new day!
The beer store is not yet open at this hour.
Golden rod is killing my nose these days.
The halflife of an abandoned skid: about two weeks.
Startling blue flowers.
Here comes the sun!
Sometimes I'm tempted to just go fishing.
7:25 am. I dream about sailing away on this ship.