In the past several days I've gotten Facebook friend requests from two dead, high school girlfriends. I assume these are assholes scarfing up discarded or defunct Facebook accounts and trying to lure in old, sentimental fools like me?
I hope there is a special place in hell for people who do this.
Made a goal today to lean on silhouettes more. Stronger blocks of blacks.
And, of course I couldn't leave well enough alone with an old campfire Whip Out I found yesterday. I even renamed it.
Someone said the other day, in every old photograph there lurks an unseen catastrophe ahead. Or, put another way. . .
"Funny how blessings brighten as they take their flight."
—Old Vaquero Saying