Down a narrow country road in rural Dallas County, Alabama stands an old church. Just off the black top, its glass-less windows staring out like dark eyes with a sinister secret. The church is enclosed by a fence with an old cattle gate pulled tight to keep out those passing by. On the day I […]
Today I got the bike out again. We had a rain shower earlier. Actually, it was looking like it was going to be gloomy very early. Before sunrise there was a sort of foggy blanket over the sky. I was thrilled at about 10 am when the fogginess in the sky cleared to reveal a crystal clear blue sky. I even packed my bag for a few hours at the beach.
Soon after that, the clouds came out of no where, started to group up, and later into the day we had some rain. As I was out on my bike ride it cleared and this afternoon is really nice – sunny but mild.
I rode my bike down Broadway ave, then rode along the river path. I had a plan to cross on the railway bridge. I stopped for a little ride around the university.
I rested my bike on the grass to get a picture of the communications dish. While I focussed my energy on the dish, the voices in my head became clear and concise. It was a message from space. It seems that I was intercepting government comms between the Trudeau government and Putin. The message was clear – we need to do more yoga, and love each-other. Apparently, I have been chosen to spread the message from the Government of Canada. “Be nice to each-other, for fucks sake.”
Sometimes, when we photograph, things just come together right. A rain shower had provided the soil with the moisture that these beautiful plants needed to be full and luscious.
The spring has advanced enough to let these flowers experience their hey day.
The sun was positioned just right shining through yet partially filtered by the trees on the avenue.
I just happened to be there, with camera in hand. Studying the macro-economics at work in this lovely little flower garden on a side street in front of a café.