The Alphabet Challenge “P” Stories voting is still open and accepting votes from readers with uncast votes.

If you are one such reader, thank you in advance for eventually reading our stories and for eventually casting a vote for your favorite of the three. Links to the stories and the poll for voting for “Alphabet Challenge P-Stories” are HERE.<<<Link Votes will be accepted until noon on September 18th.

So, here’s the photo from yesterday . . .

. . . and here’s a photo of one of the purple flowers.

The Alphabet Challenge “P” Stories voting is plodding along at an acceptable — albeit slow — pace.

Given the fires, pandemic, non-functioning government, and impending civil war, I suppose the trickle of votes we’re getting is about as good as we can expect. Of course, given all that, some readers might be looking for something to take their mind off the state of affairs.

If you are one such reader, thank you in advance for eventually reading our stories and for eventually casting a vote for your favorite of the three. Links to the stories and the poll for voting for “Alphabet Challenge P-Stories” are HERE.<<<Link

So, let’s go back to organic photos and travel all the way back to 2003 . . .

of course, I have to Impressionate the shot (Impressionate: v. to use Topaz Impression 2.0 on the photo and artistify it . . . Artistify: v. to de-realisticize a realistic photo, usually by simulating it being painted by a now-dead artist).

It’s the end of the day . . . just a regular day. We exercised, cleaned, ate, and watched $56M worth of armament hit a base in Syria. Lots of opinions expressed forcefully and with passion. 

Perfect time for me to look back at photos that are lounging around my drive, waiting to be launched onto the Internet. These are free. Well, quasi-free. I spent some time on them but since it’s part of what keeps me level, it’s not a burden. 

This one immediately had me thinking of our elected politicians and various pundits . . . 

So, out for a drive, we passed a small herd of foraging goats. This is where I was glad of the long zoom . . . I mean, just look at them horns.