Times Square really isn’t a square. It’s more like a pair of triangles pushed together. Which may explain why this guy in the checkerboard shirt was having so much trouble aligning his selfie. Dude, relax! You’re in Time Square. Soak it in. And if you take a lousy photo, so what. I do it all the time. . .
Lousy photo of Monument Valley from the north, with crappy shadow cover and blurred monuments. Even while sitting in the middle of the highway, I couldn’t get a good photo.
BTW, this is not far from where Forrest Gump stopped running and said, “I’m pretty tired. Maybe I’ll go home now.”
So we traveled to Omaha to visit my mom and I managed to shoot a couple lousy photos. Not sure why I was so interested in filling the frame with the boring sky. This one reminds me of a joke my dad would often tell when we drove past large construction projects. What’s the state bird of Nebraska?
apartments on the plains. . . reminds me of a Bill Amundson doodle (Denver artist).
Here’s a lousy photo of an Alamo reenactment. Even though this lady’s iphone is floating in my frame, I did manage to catch the burn coming from these old guy’s flintlocks.
while charging our car in phoenix, we walked into a mall. . . . malls strive to be somewhere between boutique shopping and an amusement park, but never accomplish either
this is a lousy photo. . . you can even see my reflection in the window. . . but, eh, I like it
I don’t know what to say about this photo. It’s not very good. But I love it.
The Narrows in Zion. . . In the lower right corner, you can see some of the hordes that are shuttled into the canyon and sent tromping through the water, each equipped with rented rubber shoes and a $25 walking stick.
My iphone did something weird with the cliffs in the background, making them look like a blotchy paint-by-number. . .
The peaks from wing mountain road. . . a light spirit landed on the ground as I was taking this photo.