The weekly post that concentrates on the pictures I haven’t yet used anywhere else. It passes the time. Let’s pass the time.
I don’t know why my barber insists on having everyone sign in at the front desk. When he finishes with one head of hair he just looks around the room and says “Who was next?” But I guess it gives us all alibis.
For a time he was having his clients sign in and had a young man typing in names too. It seemed … excessive.
This is the last weekend before the football craziness kicks off, so:
I’d like to try and catch a snapshot of all the cyclists I see. I think it would make for a good collection one day. Usually they are moving too fast. On this particular occasion my car was moving too fast. But I like the shot. If I’d been coming from the opposite direction I would have been going up a hill. Had I been doing that on my bike, straining, out of breath, trying to kick the last little incline, this is probably what I would have seen of that cyclist anyway:
