Really Now

I have quite hit the wall with regard to photography. I drive around looking for the picturesque like an insect attracted to a color's wavelength. I see a house, a curb appeal of some sort, and want to take a picture. Do I go back? Do I chance having an encounter with the owner. That happened today taking a shot of some 'fall colors', the neighbor scoping me out. It's terribly awkward. I never like to explain myself when my existence is benign. 

And not much to portray locally. This is the reality. Cars. Traffic. Intersections. Nice blue sky, however. Sheesh. Yeah, I'm jaded on the near environs. Even if I took a ride - been there. Thinking on this, I wish I were in love, of all things. Then it wouldn't matter where I was. At coffee presently, in the company of strangers again, so that's driven home. Oh, to drive and not stop 'til Oregon.

But I did take several shots this afternoon and will settle in to process. Gives me something to do. Bible study later. Lord, keep me uplifted in the tedium. Ah, to be in love... I do love doing the pictures. Wish there was more to see.