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< June 2013 >

June 1, 2013
Athletics and academics hanging around together. In case it rains during the graduation ceremony. Behind the stage is a fuse box signed by Howie Mandel and Reba McIntire. And me, if I can find a marker. The class president just wants to find her missing dog, but she wasn`t allowed to wear this cap during the ceremony. Happysad.

June 2, 2013
Notice! I finally get some respect in this e-mail from Harvard. This is a month of birthdays, weddings and graduations. Worse than useless. June showers bring June flowers.

June 3, 2013
It needs some fixing up, but the school district is good. Whatever you ate for dinner, you can thank this guy for it. The Valedictorian explains how he owes it all to his uncle. The instigator. Happysad.

June 4, 2013
The streets are pink with June, to badly quote Emily D. Good advice from a crosswalk. Need I say it`s a Mexican restaurant? I suppose a car wash that tried to charge $79.95 in THIS neighborhood had no hope of staying in business. I liked the book better than the movie.

June 5, 2013
Lily`s new pad. If I had listened closely, I`m sure I would`ve heard a who. Nice, but I still prefer the fixer-upper from June 3 above. Someday I`m going to be reported, and I`ll have a chat about constitutional law with someone wearing a uniform. Yard debris or art?

June 6, 2013
What happens when you arrive late to a graduation party. I can`t remember what I did with my Valedictorian medal. In the quiet sanctuary. On the first day I had a camera, at ANOTHER graduation party, I took a picture of this room (see May 25, 2004). Ah yes, it`s June.

June 7, 2013
Roses are pink, violets are purple. Why wasn`t I invited to the dedication ceremony? (See May 13, 2013). Maybe there was a time when this much office space was needed in downtown Dayton. Where did I put my keys? More saxophone and less trombone, please.

June 8, 2013
Life goes on. The Pilgrim`s Progress. Another dead restaurant in downtown Dayton. The prairie -- or in this case -- the urban coneflower. An appropriate image for this month of weddings, although white doves would have been better.

June 9, 2013
It`s Bug Day. Did you get the notice in the mail? `Target in sight. I`m going in.` While I methodically took single images, a photographer nearby fired off dozens of shots on high speed shutter. Whatever . . . he`ll just have to edit through them all later. And there was yet another photographer in the park, chasing a small child with her camera, ringing a bell and shouting baby talk. Preserve me from any kiddie photos. It`s nice to have high quality camera equipment, but it will do you very little good if you lack perception and patience.

June 10, 2013
Let sleeping cats lie. Geometry of the playground. I`m so glad to see you, Mrs. Rosewater. The grumpy parking attendant. Reflections of the Oregon District.

June 11, 2013
It`s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Lunchtime! How long ya in for? It`s the time of year when I take too many pictures of birds. Unrehearsed sidewalk drama.

June 12, 2013
I photograph flowers the same way I play piano phrases: STRONG / weak. Bye bye birdies. Life grows on. Who spilled lasagna on the Great Lakes? Red? You can`t be serious.

June 13, 2013
Sidewalk swirls. Thirsty. This butterfly didn`t seem to be afraid of me, although I gave a pretty good fright to a jogger rounding the corner. Well, blow me down! I guess they were serious about painting it red.

June 14, 2013
Contemplating what`s happening in this little space is more significant than any show on TV or task at work. What time is it? Time to get a new watch. I hate when somebody starts playing one of my favorite songs, and then they mess it up. As long as vanity exists, photographers will be popular (see August 5, 2007). This is why they call it Canal Street.

June 15, 2013
Let`s rake them into a pile and then jump into it. Daisy drinker. Thank you, pollinators! I went to a workshop today about photographing flowers. The instructor had a lot of good ideas. Oh wait, it was me. Whatever you ate for dinner, you can thank this guy for it.

June 16, 2013
`Honey, he`s out there again taking pictures by the fence. Let the dogs loose.` No drought this year, right? My neighborhood lives down to its reputation. Trees and trucks sometimes don`t get along. I guess they WEREN`T serious about painting it red.

June 17, 2013
Thanks, UPS, for dropping the box this came in! Sofa away. Not to bee, that is the answer. A little red stiletto. Outside the brake repair shop.

June 18, 2013
My, what big, rubbery teeth you have. Lacking an actual ticket to the minor league baseball all-star game, I just loitered creepily outside the stadium. Who needs a ticket? Three blind mice. Walking back to the old -- very old -- neighborhood.

June 19, 2013
I was almost late for work since I had to stop to shoot this. These glasses are still waiting for you on my front porch (see May 23, 2013). As I took this photo, the church bells were ringing 12:45. I`m sure this workman knew what time it was all day long. Oh, so there are two people working inside that little cage. I hope they get along really well. If I hadn`t shown you the previous two photos, you would be really confused right now.

June 20, 2013
Ya really don`t wanna go 90 miles an hour on this scooter. Reflections on my city. My city: a pillow and blanket stored in a newspaper box. My city: under repair. My city: got no car, got to walk.

June 21, 2013
Some people are quite nice to me. Since there`s no way to steer, that seems kind of close. Why flying cars would be a bad idea: teenagers texting while flying. May the centrifugal force be with you. Summer is here!

June 22, 2013
Sixtieth high school reunion. Basketball is clearly better than football or baseball because you can play it all year round, even by yourself. Tonight I photographed seven high school class reunions at different locations around the city of Dayton. You haven`t changed a bit since high school! Is that the same shirt? These `old people` actually graduated a year after I did.

June 23, 2013
What goes around comes around. Need an old Greyhound bus station? This one`s available. What goes up must come down. Today would be a good day to hit the links. Following years of brutal war with the robots, this battered emissary came unexpectedly to negotiate peace.

June 24, 2013
Oh great, now where am I supposed to park my Harley? Portapotties are beautiful. William Caxton introduced the printing press to England. Great, so why is he on the side of a building in Dayton? Something there is that doesn`t love a fence. I don`t know what those workmen have been doing to the steeple, but it looks like the cross is no longer translucent (see July 2, 2007). And no, those aren`t pigeons up there.

June 25, 2013
I find this picture encouraging. The plants are winning. Morning dew. Sorry, Puerto Rico. A 51st star would ruin the symmetry. A Rule of Thirds lesson waiting to happen. It was 90 where I was. Maybe it was cooler at that altitude.

June 26, 2013
Not morning dew. Photography Tip o` the Day: kneel down to shoot flowers. What do you mean it`s out of warranty? She felt obliged to run into a downpour and rescue a sign. I felt obliged to stay in where it was dry and take pictures. During the rain it got cooler.

June 27, 2013
Happy 141st birthday, Paul Laurence Dunbar! Bluegrass music? A neighbor who has known me for a long time simply said `Hi Adam` and kept walking past. He didn`t stop to ask, `What are you doing? Taking pictures?` Clothing for patriots and patriettes. Wait, you can`t fool me. That`s not real.

June 28, 2013
Feel like complaining about your life? Don`t. Really. This tree really wants to be a daddy. If we had to catch our food, we`d all be in good shape. There`s nothing subtle about a sunflower. Hungry for bugs.

June 29, 2013
She spins. She stands. She stares. She smolders. She sits.

June 30, 2013
Maybe in an alternate universe, St. Francis got beheaded. Pretty things in an ugly place. Nothing else to do between feedings. Beauty behind bars. CLOSED. Please Call Again.

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