Cloudy Morning

A cloudy morning camera roll after another rainy night. I cut my ride short after, while kneeling to get a better shot of a purple fire hydrant (go figure), I realized I was far too close to an anthill and the fire ants were busily going about attacking my ankles and making my life miserable.

* the extra is a pic of my father, probably about 1926, at a family outing and picnic. It was taken by my great-aunt Ethel Ross, my first photo muse, the lady I introduced to you a week or so ago