Brian’s PhotoPile

Shadows on an old fence with a squeaky gate opening and closing in the wind captured my attention for awhile. There was an umbrella lying on the ground by an abandoned house of no use to anyone, except maybe an artist or a poet. Trinkets hanging there in the doorway, I couldn’t see what the button said until I got home… Stop Killing People. Then after shopping with Judy out at Marketplace Mall, in the midst of traffic, as the stop light changed to green, the sunset.