Saturday, December 22, 2007

Back to global warming

Well, it's mild all right. The path in front of the house is right down to the blacktop, the birds are yelling up a storm in the trees, and there's a smell of car exhaust in the air that means springtime in the city. I was looking for some nice puddles earlier to do something weird with reflections in the water, but I didn't find anything suitable, so I fell back on my usual tricks of shooting just about anything that looks decayed and sordid. Such as, well, why does this look familiar?

Tonight I'm closing Paintshop and working on the novel. Honest.