I’ve been finding this arrow in different places around the neighborhood. I never move anything, I just photograph things as I find and see them. So it’s made me secretly happy that someone is moving this arrow around.

Had some time alone tonight. I went for a stroll though my ‘hood, or as I say “the meadow ghetto.”

I always carry a camera when I walk around the sub-division, but I rarely take pictures of people. Usually after dealing with people all day I’m kind of tired. I photography other stuff on my walk. Stuff that doesn’t talk back to me. But tonight a group of kids were walking behind me. They chatted me up. I offered to take their pictures. This couple took me up on it. Which made me happy since I was diggin his hat and chain.

I made a quick couple of flicks and we parted ways.

Continuing on with the cicada shells. Even though they are ugly, or as one of my co-workers said “creepy” I’m still in awe of these things. Mostly for the fact that they crawl out of the mud and mire. Then they shed their shell. And become something new.

I’ve been collecting, contemplating and photographing Cicada shells. Still to early to formulate thoughts about where this is going. Perhaps a passing preoccupation.