My Canon camera died last weekend. The repair cost being more than $300 for a four-year-old consumer-level camera, I opted to purchase a new camera body.
Sunday afternoon, in the garden, I took her for a quick spin:
Nothing earth-shattering here, but the camera feels good in the hand, and some of the summer flowers are still hanging on.
Look at this and tell me you don’t believe in something . . . .
Sunday, September 8, 2019
3 p.m.
Garden Heights Nursery on Big Bend Blvd.
taken with my iPhone
I call this one Rambutan with peeps of broccoli.
Rambutan at the Soulard Market was thrown in the same bag with broccoli, lemons, limes, ears of corns. I did the throwing.
Also at the market:
And more — the remains of the inedible part of the rambutan:
From the weekend:
This beach. Oh lord, this beach.
I really don’t understand my fascination with doors, but I love seeing these different styles in northern Morocco:
And a door in Fès, with details:
In the medina, Fès, Morocco, May 24, 2019.
