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).

Maybe I can be one of those photographers who shoot pictures of scraggly trees in west Texas? Then I can sell them to a hotel chain where they will hang them in bathrooms, next to the mini-fridges, or above the king-sized beds. Then when visitors enter the hotel room and flip on the lights, they will see my photos. They probably won’t look very long. I mean, these are just scraggly trees in barren Texas landscapes. They certainly won’t wonder what the photo means. Or consider buying a print. Instead they will likely flip on the TV. Order room service. Go to bed. And never think of the photo again.

Tour guide at the Alamo explains indecisive leadership, masked invaders, and US-Mexico border disputes. Luckily we don’t have to worry about these problems today.

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.