. . . visited with family

My baby sister came home last week for the first time in a couple of years. She now lives in Pennsylvania. Almost the whole family got together at my mother's home.






I took a ton of pictures of the family, but these shots were taken on a walk downtown to watch an antique car parade that never actually got started, at least not as long as we waited there.






I have found more wonderful photos in that little town, even though I usually get there after the old junkyard (metal recycling place) is closed at noon on Saturdays. Everyone knows everyone else, and so if I had really wanted to shoot in the junkyard, my brother said he could go get the keys from the owner. That's living in a small town. . .






My other brother has an auto bodyshop in that town. All I had to do was wander around behind his building and sure enough, there were lots of interesting things waiting to inspire me.





These pictures have taught me something about taking pictures in the city where I work. I need to actually get out of the car when I take pictures. They come out much better. And I need to start painting again. The spirit is willing but the body is tired, tired, tired.