
What can I say? Sometimes, words cannot explain why my photographic eye was drawn to a particular object. In this case, it just was.

What can I say? Sometimes, words cannot explain why my photographic eye was drawn to a particular object. In this case, it just was.
Everyday, you pass signs. They are here and there. They are everywhere. But sometimes their meaning is completely lost.
Take this sign, for example. Of the many signs just like it that run along the RR tracks, this is the most legible of them all. Most are completely devoid of words. Yet, they remain — ever present and ever ignored.

Running along the RR tracks is one of my most favorite places to run — especially during my lunch break. It’s flat, fast, and relatively soft.
As for the sign, it may as well say TRESPASSERS WILLIAM, TRESPASSERS W., or T.J. And I might as well be heading over to pay my friend, Piglet a surprise visit. Better yet, saying that I was hunting heffalumps and woozles wouldn’t be any more crazy.
The thing is, I don’t need to come up with an excuse. Everyone runs, or walks, along the tracks and, so long as we don’t get in the way of the train, it’s all fine.
So, that’s just what I’m doing.
World Series watching has a way of bring people together. Even when it involves a bit of virtual taunting of your East Coast family during the play offs. It’s all good fun — and they started it.

But, if you’re lucky enough to live in these here parts, last night was an especially bonding night. There’s just something about watching the Giants pull off another WIN!
Thank you, Giants!
I love coffee.

…but a cup of coffee made from the heart means so much more.
Cameras these days are so sophisticated. You don’t need a lot of know how to get really amazing looking photos. That’s all good…

but I know this thing does more than point-and-click. Being the aspiring photographer that I am, I want to move past “automatic.” I want to explore a more creative and/or controlling side.
Therefore, today’s game will be brought to you in “manual mode.”
