Road Rain

The colors have bled out... down to the essential.

Stop when you feel the red light.

Mostly, I miss the forrest for the trees.

Mostly, their beauty offsets the consequences.

"... and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters."

I knelt down to take a picture of the sky.

These guys crowded around me like bodyguards. 

I wondered who they were protecting.

Scooter

My housemate refurbished a 1960's Vespa. 

A friend came to visit. Her dad had just died. 

She rode it around the back yard for a while, crashing until she laughed.