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< November 2004 >

November 1, 2004
The wig room at a community theatre. If only it was clean. Of course, if THIS was clean I wouldn`t want to take a picture of it. Can you hear me, Major Tom? I`ve started to wear my flannel pajamas (you know, the kind with the feet in them).

November 2, 2004
How dull! To improve voter turnout, democracy needs a new look, some color, a theme song. My polling place was inaccessible due to a so-called `construction project`. Obviously a partisan ploy. A previous voter accidentally-conveniently left a voting guide in the booth for me to find. My neighborhood was equally divided between those who were for Bush and those who were for rent. Many people did decide ON November 2 (some with the aid of a coin).

November 3, 2004
`No, Florida`s this way.` That was some Halloween party! The signs are clear. Nearly sprained my ankle taking this one. A bottle of water illuminated by three flashlights. Why, what did you think it was?

November 4, 2004
It was a dark and stormy day. `They tore my legs off and threw `em over there! Then they took my chest out and threw it over there!` Not sure what it is, but at least I know this end is the top. She asked for Chanel No. 5, but I`m going to surprise her with this. Of course I ate it.

November 5, 2004
The librarians are constantly telling Wilbur to turn down the engine noise. My Mexicali Rose. Free sample, take one. Nature cereals have really gone too far lately. Birds of different feathers sometimes flock together.

November 6, 2004
The amazing thing is that there are no two of these exactly alike. Ophelia`s leaf. The mega-leaf of the day: that`s a quarter on it. I like taking pictures of autumn leaves, but doing them one at a time might take a while. Feathers and leaves.

November 7, 2004
A cornerstone, not a tombstone. `I`m gonna sneeze . . . ` I haven`t shot any berries in a while. We`ll leave the light on for you. Romeo and Juliet sing their famous tomb duet, `We probably shouldn`t have killed ourselves`.

November 8, 2004
I couldn`t figure out if it was really burning something or just a projection, but at least it gave off heat. Just enough time for one more picture before I go to work. Back-row musings in a music classroom. Need a ride? I don`t intend to.

November 9, 2004
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood . . . . . . and I - I took the wrong one. I won`t complain any more about it being cold where I work (well, for today at least). Here`s where they make the new lawyers. I learned to endure heat and bugs when taking pictures this summer, so maybe I can keep at it despite the cold.

November 10, 2004
If it occupies space, some smoker will throw cigarette butts on it. This is my own front porch. I`m not falling for THAT old trap. Here is a poem that my lady sent down one morning while I was away, wrote on the back of a leaf that she found somewhere around Monterey. In other places beauty is above, but where I live the most worthwhile sights are below knee level. This fence will outlast this vine, but vines will still be around after fences are gone.

November 11, 2004
On a cold and rainy day, it`s best to take pictures from the comfort of indoors. This looks how I FEEL. `No war for oil! No drilling in Alaska! Now, where are my keys, I`m going to mail a letter.` `Help! I`ve got chapped lips!` Just like Varjak, Paul, there`s a book by Alonzo, Adam, in the library.

November 12, 2004
All in all, it`s just another brick in the wall. `Hey -- this is a non-smoking flight!` Gloriously fake. Genuinely real. Clarence `Pine Top` Smith was an Alabama piano player who originated the `boogie-woogie` style of jazz.

November 13, 2004
I had to contend with this on my windshield this morning. In the basement of the music building. The sign says `Part Time Faculty and Staff Lounge`. One advantage of being a photographer is that I get to shoot nice-looking models (but usually they`re taller). I can`t believe how much it costs anymore to get my nails done. Like any wise investor, I prefer the blue chips.

November 14, 2004
Planning ahead . . . Too small to notice the approach of winter. Some are nibblers . . . . . . and some are gulpers. In someone`s front yard. It could be a patriotic display, but more likely some sort of memorial.

November 15, 2004
You`ve really got me seeing red now. `Nevermore!` A cute idea, but there`s always the risk someone could reboot your bulletin board. Fake homelessness. Real homelessness.

November 16, 2004
Ah, memories of the school bus: `Can I sit here?` `Get lost, your little twerp!` Lotsa pasta. Without leaves on the trees, the view from my kichen window becomes more urban. I just started a 438-page book. Why do I do things like this? I`m too busy already. It was all so much easier when my mom picked out my clothes.

November 17, 2004
`So didja hear the one about the two birds . . . ` `So didja hear the one about the two squirrels . . . ` Ripples in the sky. `Take one step closer and . . . I`ll run away.` I was a lot more athletic in my youth.

November 18, 2004
Strangely, I hurt my back very badly taking this shot. `Welcome to the University of Dayton. We`d like to make your visit here a memorable one.` Artfully splashed tar across the face of a rusty electrical box. Yes, of course I ate it. No, of course I didn`t eat it.

November 19, 2004
I know -- we could deport all the smokers to their own country, where they could pollute it as much as they want! H2O on the go. Press 8 if you`re extremely bored. Cordless phones just aren`t as much fun. `Scratch me, or I`ll scratch you!`

November 20, 2004
A toadstool that was really big enough for a toad to sit on. Naturally curly. Conspicuously unnibbled by birds. Order among disorder. This has been on display for weeks. By 2025, there will simply be a month-long holiday called Thanksmas.

November 21, 2004
A touch of medieval France in my neighborhood. Another world exists at about knee level. Today`s dance recital sponsored by the friendly people at Iams. A piece commenting on the depravity of any society that sends its women to war. `Hey -- I taught her that move!`

November 22, 2004
Neon (Ne) is a colorless, ordorless and tasteless gas. It is an inert element and referred to as a `noble` gas. Neon was discovered by William Ramsey and M. W. Travers in 1898. We breathe neon every day, since it is present in the atmosphere at 1 part in 65,000. Liquid neon is used as a cryogenic refrigerant, as it has over three times the cooling power of liquid hydrogen. Neon is sometimes also used in electric signs.

November 23, 2004
Orange. Pear. Raspberry. Peach. Mixed fruit.

November 24, 2004
As if you couldn`t tell from yesterday`s pictures, it has been raining lately. You can`t stop immaturity. Nobody knows the trouble I`ve seen, nobody knows my sorrow. The crimson tide. Travel safely to your Thanksgiving destination.

November 25, 2004
A large order of turkey McNuggets, please. All indications point toward cloudy skies today. Hey, it`s my 40th anniversary year too. Shapes and textures. Norman Rockwell would`ve loved it.

November 26, 2004
A detail of `Bold Endeavor`, a glass sculpture by Jon Kuhns. Packard: Ask the man who drives one. I dunno, I`ve just been feeling kind of cloistered lately. A Korean twelve-string zither, or kayakeum. The symbol at the end is the Chinese character for a happy marraige. `Boxers or briefs?`

November 27, 2004
Another shot of `Bold Endeavor`. I found my coat all right, but somebody had taken my mittens! Flying fish. College students have yet to learn that morals are too impractical in the adult world. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer`s lease hath all too short a date. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

November 28, 2004
My front porch, yes. My handiwork, no. It`s beginning to look a lot like . . . well, you know. That looks nice. AHHHHH! Make it stop! A more natural seasonal display.

November 29, 2004
FREE SANTA! The perfect message for tailgaters. The King of Instruments. Make it stop! FREE FROSTY!

November 30, 2004
My method is to walk up to someone`s desk, ask them to go get something, then eat their candy while they`re gone. All is ready for the annual Knock-Knock Joke Marathon. My method is to tell someone they have a package at the post office, then eat their house while they`re gone. Whenever I run out of my own ideas, I just take pictures of other people`s ideas. I`ve grown accustomed to your face.

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