This old jukebox lives at my folks place back home in Michigan, this is a modernised machine that spins CDs instead of good old vinyl which I believe has a deeper, richer sound than a compact disc does. I’ll have another beer, please!
I’m slowly burning through the photos from the park the other day. Why do trees look better in full black and white? Not gray-scale, but full black and white? They do to me anyway. The photo of the road is also BW since the sun wasn’t fully out so I flipped it. That damned mask was photographed today as I walked to my truck from the grocery store. Does human trash drop human trash on the parking lot? Come on, Americans, you can do better…
Here is a mix of my stuff and not my stuff. Do you think the DHL driver was fired for his miscalculation? That’s a whopper of a screwup! The sunset photo from the other night that’s not cartooned is actually straight out of the Nikon, with no processing except for the file size reduction.
The photo that has Fremont Street in it was taken on the way to lunch a couple of days ago. Fremont Street looked pretty darn busy in there. Very early this morning I had a phone chat with my dad to see if he’s back in Michigan safely, yes indeed. What is it like to fly during Covid days?
This has me wondering if I can make the journey up there next month after I receive the second Pfizer vaccine injection. He was not asked for his proof of vaccination card, I thought it would have to be shown to board the aircraft but everyone has to wear a mask the entire flight. How uncomfortable this must be, right?
Memories. The persistence of memory. Memories of the farm from years ago. Michigan love.