She lingered for a moment at the window after he left. She just knew that his hand had lingered on the reins of his saddle for a moment before he threw himself onto the saddle, though he did not look back. Was the linger enough for her to regret what she had said to him in the parlor? A stiffening in her neck suggested no.
She closed her eyes, refusing to watch him turn the bend in the road. She would be the arbiter of his departure. Not him. Not this time.
A cracked window pane, neglected by her father, allowed the breeze to stir the air of the room. The wrinkles her grip had creased the lace curtain with began to relax and smooth. A pen sat idle in her hand and had dripped a bit of ink on the other wise unmarked journal in her lap. She marked time with her exhaling and only opened her eyes to the chiming of the clock in the parlor downstairs.
A detail of decay.
This is part of a broken sign on the lot of an abandoned car lot. What struck me is funny is that the lawn is both regularly watered and recently mowed.
Walking a beat.
For today's shoot, I am going with a guest photographer; my 3 1/2 year old son Jonathan.
We went to his first comic con (Inland Empire Comic Con in Redlands) and he was very excited when he got to meet Darth Vader. He asked for the camera from me and snapped this pic. This was not a lucky shot. He takes his time when shooting a picture. I think I might start a collection for his shots.
There is a theory that you must put in 10,000 hours into any field or pursuit to become an expert in that field. It seems that Jonathan is already logging his hours.
A long overdue upload
I spent a nice afternoon with the boys at Prospect Park in Redlands. This the theater that is tucked away next to a ticket booth that looks like a huge witch's hat.
We spent a good twenty minutes playing on the stage, which we had to ourselves. Jonathan decided that he wanted to tell an impromptu ghost story that he acted out on the stage. He likes to perform it seems. He then jumped off the stage and told me it was my turn. I had to turn "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" into a story. He also took a picture of me.
It was a good afternoon.
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Gary was too shy to talk to daddy's friend Bossk on "Bring your Kid to Work" day
A quiet moment of repose.