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Day 155

On a bush along the front of the house, a tiny rosebud no larger than the end of my little finger. Posting one picture every day, I realize everything’s been photographed by someone at some…

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Day 154

Alongside the walking track at work. The trash can next to the sand volleyball court is normal. The beat-up straw hat that probably belongs in the trash can is not.

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Day 152

As the saying goes, “The best camera is the one you have with you.” When you walk into the kitchen thinking about something else, and suddenly see a home-grown tomato in the last of the…

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Day 150

I didn’t check to see if there was a manger, but there’s definitely a stable in Bethlehem (Pennsylvania), just a few minutes from where I work.

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The 3 Pooshkateers have their eyes on a cat, but it’s not their mother. Although he’s here alone, this cat often visits us as an escort for the little black pooshka. He’s just as wary…

Day 147

Day 147

I’ll be the first to admit this isn’t the best photo. The digital zoom on my phone was cranked up to the maximum. But let me explain. Ten years ago this month, at my former…

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