Blue. My picture. Joni Mitchell’s song. My eyes. The sky on a sunny day. A clear lake. The ocean away from land.
I made this picture in New Mexico. Older pictures keep resurfacing on Amazon Pictures. They are pictures that I’ve forgotten about. Pictures that have never been seen by anybody. Pictures that were “lost.”
So.
Lucky you. You get to see them before anybody else.
I’m not sure what these desert flowers are called. They come out in late spring and stay for the summer.
Once, when I could actually crawl around on the ground and get back up without aid, I used to make pictures like this with a DSLR camera. Those days are gone.
There is a song in which one line says that we don’t know how much we would lose. Even though I think this picture is happy, the day is sad.
Yesterday, I read a quick two inch story about somebody getting killed in New Orleans. I didn’t think much about it because rarely does a day go by that somebody doesn’t die by violent means.
We were watching the 10 PM News. The murder was across the street from my old house. Uh oh. A woman was killed. My oldest friend in New Orleans. She was stabbed to death as she was walking to her car to go to work, by a guy who was stealing it.
Rest in Peace, Portia.
June is starting out like a hellhound on my trail. A dog, and a person died. Makes me wonder what’s next.
This column is going to be more of a rant.
Sorry.
WordPress is running terribly. Yesterday, I blamed it on the huge internet outage.
Today, it’s on WordPress.
There is still no caption line. Worse, making this two column alignment took an act of God.
I’m not sure what it was doing, but the software was stacking column on top of column. The paragraph template didn’t know where to go.
It turned out that pressing the column template once dropped six templates on top of each other.
Leave well enough alone. The block system is bad enough without WordPress making it “better” every time the programers think about it.
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