We are in July and — if we were still living in Monument, Colorado — I would be posting hummingbird photos.
Lots and lots of hummingbird photos. You’d be reading a post like THIS.
Instead, you’re stuck with these boring Project 313 posts.
C’est la vie.
And now, the photo:
This is the other half of the surgical tools case I showed yesterday. Tools from the Civil War. These photos were taken at Fort Jackson in Savannah, Georgia. That’s another trip I should endeavor to document.
Meantime, I’m still processing airplane photos and photos from the Alaska cruise and spending a lot of time engaging in interactions in places other than my blog.
It does occur to me that 1) no one is asking me to and 2) it’s often to the benefit of no one when I take the time to express an opinion on this or another thing.
I suppose I should buckle down and do what most people do . . . give a nod (or like) and move on to things that need doing.
Like, getting back to writing, get serious about drawing, catch up with the literally thousands of photos I still have to process (I add 300+ each month) and concentrate on achieving . . . er . . . setting some goals for myself.
It could be I’m just getting lazy in my old age and this is the way things will be from here on out . . . me flopping on the pole of distraction blown about by the winds of apathy.
It occurs to me that many people have lived their whole lives without seeing fireflies and especially not . . . Rainbow Lightning Bugs.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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