this scene was found at the entrance of a residential area. i stood there admiring the beauty of something so gross and couldn't help but wonder who did this bike belong to? was it a jump gone wrong? stolen and abandoned? the result of bickering brothers? the world may never know.
this small statue stands at the edge of the town, swallowed in weeds and the throws of the trees, where the graves are. it looked to me like arael (the 15th angel) and the patron angel of birds.
i stole this picture while, my lovely wife, Kendra was having a phone conversation. she never even saw the camera... that always makes for the best photos.
i recently visited an old shoe store that had been abandoned long ago. in the furthest corner sat a display of ladies shoes frozen in time, covered in dust with the ceiling literally falling down around them and the rain soaked floorboards swollen and buckled threatening to upend the entire display. this image has waited decades for me to show up with my camera.
i stole this picture of mine and Kendra's feet all dressed up. we're pretty fancy.
nary a squirrel, cat or robin, not a butterfly, cricket nor tennis ball shall cross my fence without finding this awaiting playmate.
if you don't want anyone climbing your silly tower then put up a sign... was all of this really necessary?
you haven't lived until you've spent a lazy saturday afternoon with a 2 year old that wants to do everything just like you.
an open sign shatters the night at a tiny pizzeria in small town america.
epic design for a candle holder.
my camera rarely gets to be in any of the photos... i made that change today.
this is lucy. she's old, she's fat and she's sassy. she's also the most fearless dog i've seen. this is her after she secures the perimeter of our yard, on guard.
this is my favorite photo of my lovely wife, Kendra. this is her, all walls down, no worries or concerns... just happy.
ask my wife for "jazz hands" and you get jazz hands.
an interesting piece of machinery reflecting the afternoon sun.
just outside of a small town (pop 160) down a dirt road just off a dirtier road i came across this majestic sight. i pulled over, turned off my truck and stepped out. immediately, the sound of quiet overtook me. as i stood and watched this scene, the trees became dancers with their hands waving in the air, the sky seemed to fill with drums, the rhythmic shake of the trees kept time. a mother nature concert just for me!
P H O T O G R A P H Y
timothy.