Found Art

(Dashcam footage of the back of church, Sunday, where we park. I just like the look.)

I just finished writing something. It was harder than I thought, but mostly that involved resecting the theatricality. That's been my tendency, lately. Get the glitter out of the way.

But it drained me, a little, and at the same time encouraged me. Almost there. What I'll do now, no idea. It's not a bad place to be. I might write something good yet. Or at least better.

In the meantime, I have this funny urge to cannibalize my dashcam video. It seems to me like, hey, got this random video here. Maybe I can random it up real good. As I say, funny.

So I end up taking out the memory card and sticking it in my computer to review, and then I forget to put it back in the dashcam for several days, rendering it useless. Obviously.

But I like these stills, anyway. More later, as they say. Meaning tomorrow. Probably. Again, no idea.

(Tunnel on the 520 bridge, heading west across Lake Washington toward Seattle)

(The Rev. Missus in the wild, looking for her keys, as always)