I suppose, I should actually post photos of things, if I mention them, right?
The anatomy of a camera-clicker.
Everything seems to be in bloom in the great Northwest, especially common wild flowers like daisies--seas of daisies, in fact--rose hip, along with things that make you reluctantly ingest Claritin.
I've been spending copious amounts of time on book publishing this week (accompanied by copious amounts of caffeine...and poor alliteration, evidently). I now dream in italic. (See?)
So, taking a brief evening walk with my Pentax has been a way to clear my head, note the aesthetics of the everyday, irritate local avian wildlife, and avoid stepping on snakes. (They are not poisonous here, supposedly.)
And, oh yes, the pictures:
