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My Baby Takes the Morning Train

So, it's no great secret that I love my new camera. And thanks to some recent events that have unfolded IRL, I've been getting up earlier (5:30AM) during the week. I now take my daughter to school and the first couple of days this week I could have kicked myself for not having my camera with me (of course that didn't stop me from waiting until Friday to actually bring it along).

Anyway, I took these on the way to take her to school this morning and then some additional shots on my way to work. These are the things I see every morning and normally drive right by.

Crazy, isn't it? How beautiful things are that we actually see every day but just drive right by?
I will only comment on a few of them.


This one is one I didn't see until today. I thought to myself....'isn't that the purpose of the turlet? make sure you DON'T get marks on your rear-end???'

I thought I'd give you a shot of the State Flower of Ohio...the Orange Striped Barrel.

I think that eventually this sign will be like a protest sign....'End Defense Spending'....'End Road Work'....Down with Highway Maintenance!

This was nearly to work. And was out the window. I have to be honest. Some things I shoot just because I think they'd be fun desktops.
Random-in-the-car shot.
I was hoping the 'Dreamgirls' flag would unfurl. Because, strippers can be patriotic, too.
And this is a shot of the building I work in. I didn't ever realize how much foliage and stuff they put around outside the building (because inside it's pretty much a soulless hole).

And happy Friday to y'all. Not sure what all is going down this weekend, but I'm sure I'll be taking pictures.


Darrin said…
nice pic dude. that new camera must be da bomb. I esp like the one where the sun is peeking though the clouds and the leaves frame in the photo at the top. nice-age.

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