A chunk of these are from New Orleans but it was for a conference so I feel like it counts. cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward One of those times I’d have been very happy to have the real camera instead of the phone but still happy to have captured this scene. cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward It was a sign, literally. cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward If this hadn’t gone out of style, I’d post this image on everything. cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward There’s a photography book in sewer/water lids. cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward cc licensed ( BY SA […]

This one was made entirely by the book covers. I liked the glimpse it gave of how she spent her time on the bus. I’m not exactly sure where this bus comes from but it drops off a number of people each day and it is an interesting group. “That mother . . . . just took our picture.” Closest to drama I’ve gotten thus far although I have been accused of being with the FBI and/or police with the stranger photo series. I still find the colors of the leaves to be impressive. I particularly like them over bricks and cobblestones. Lots of personality in that stride. The lens flare may be a bit over the top but I liked the imperfections in combination with the sic semper tyrannis in the background. We found this snake while wandering around in the woods. It was one that releases a rather unpleasant musk when it’s unhappy. The kids handled it for a while anyway. I like the mix here of the curve of the snakes neck, the pattern of the scales, and the variety of textures. The brightness of autumn leaves and rain slick cobblestones . . . There’s so much properness here. She is headed someplace, probably church. There’s also something about vines and bricks. A lot of the things […]