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Mosquito Management

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Oh Deer

Last weekend. Grange range.

Boyd's

Boyd’s

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These Boys.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 172 through 179…

Day 172…

365-172Locked out.

Day 173…

365-173Aunt and grandma playing shop.

Day 174…

365-174Helpers.

Day 175…

365-175Grizzly.

Day 176…

365-176Fences.

Day 177…

365-177Looking back.

Day 178…

365-178Weave. 

Day 179…

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365 Days of Photography with Day Number 170 through 171…

Day 170… ©365-170There’s also this. Playing it cool while Sunday blooms. Voices carry through the sweeping of flag. It’s simple, and it’s real. Those are either coffee mugs or cigarette tins, but either guess could be wrong. The bearded fella has extended his smoke mid grin. I’m the least of their concerns. Visibly, it’s magical in its entirety, with no interruptions breaking the context.   Day 171… ©365-171 Inclined towards spring. Branding those skies with a relatively late rainbow, not quite divine or entirely important. It’s the idea of spring, entirely available. It’s capturing the items within the scene while they’re still alive.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 168 and 169…

These two images can be summed up in a single paragraph. First image speaks for itself, while the second is etched throughout the entirety of dads demeanor. 

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Small dents and the merciless rust of time. Individual tracks and the swing of dreams that went wide with the strain of reality prying inward. Calculating those moments of restraint, when things fell apart, straightening up and facing that thing. Glancing at that thing with a heightened awareness. Dim options eyeing back, simple as shadows slicing through dirty sage. Just the idea of pushing through, that seductive half drawn color of hope. That thing, that thing that was already costing too much. That thing that imprisoned with a wide perfect order. A never ending possibility that dislike lurked on the other side, taking it all away. And yes, it was just that. That thing, mad and tired, considerate in its misery; that thing known as failure. Eradicating dreams once reasonable, then undone, now unlisted. 

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That part felt good. Putting the words to use.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 155 through 167…

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365 Days of Photography with Day Number 151 through 154…

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