Scenes from a Sunday evening.

Dallas may be void of nature, but we do have some incredible cloudage. Scene 1.

Scene 2: At The Old Monk, friend Tony Jones, right, counsels pastor Danielle Grubbs Shroyer on the 3 things she will have to give up in order to finish a book she is in the midst of writing. Sleep, exercise, and the third? Well, just ask Tony.

This I post for the sheer glory of the subject matter. For a mere $22, you too can own a four-inch chihuahua soap. Also in the collection were pugs, poodles, retrievers and a random owl. Stanley Korshak, if you're interested. I'll just admire from afar.

. . . this private home where I worked tonight. Wow.

Ok. So I just posted this on my Flickr page that I rarely update, but I must be redundant: Rusty old car in backyard plus Zeiss box camera viewfinder equals a new planet discovered. This feels like the beginning of a new universe to me . . .

Melissa, TX. 2A ball. The pics from high school football that the paper cares not about happen to be my faves. In the through-the-viewfinder shot, please note the gentleman carrying a 70-200 on a monopod in the background. I love that he juxtaposes a boy selling balloons. It's somehow so right.