I call this photo noon because I was waiting for it, and it hit this zinnia-in-a-vase like a rocket for five seconds before it shifted and moved on. It took my breath away a bit. Going to take my sister out to dinner tonight, which will be fun. Waiting to edit my short story collection, my grieving book. Waiting to hear if I will be doing an e-book.

Enjoying my Ipad. I don’t understand people who say reading is dead, or that a book must be in paper form. Stories have come in many forms throughout human history and if they are inexpensive and available, good for reading and good for books.

Eager to photograph Ed Rouse on Sunday at the Rouse Farm.  I’d love to do a book on the demise of the family farm, but that is not likely to happen.