Wire Man

This is Wire Man. Not to be confused with Utne Wire Man by the Blue Man Group. Someone left him in my office over the summer. No one admits to it.

a seemingly down and out Wire Man kicking at aughra and jenn see.

Wire Man showing what's he's got. 

I Said, "SMILE!", DAMN IT!

Then I wonder why people are freaked out when I ask if I may take their picture...

SD Card

As if you didn't wonder.

"expression is the need of my soul " - archy the cockroach, a former vers libre bard.

Name and Date etched into a Concrete Wall of a Belltower.

This was left by my father who had just become the Maintenance Director of Saint John's Catholic Church. He retires this year and I went to the Bell Tower once more and for the final time as my access will soon be severely limited by not having an 'in'. The opposite wall has older names of some of the prominent Irish Catholic families in the parish.

This is the first of a short series of photographs on the non verbal communication of the most primal of messages: "I Was Here."

Other photos are here, here, and of course, here.

This image posted for Thursday Challenge: Communication

Sea Bricks and Shells on a Granite Boulder 

Beer Bottle on a Branch 

Pebbles on a Gravestone 

Exhausted

Things I Have Learned Today

This is my nephew and teacher, bstout.

Lesson 1: Fall is, in fact, here.

Lesson 2: He is ONE SEVEN not SEVENTEEN

Lesson 3: jkirlin was a *LOSER* in High School. Heh heh

Lesson 4: He, thankfully, did not inherit the Kirlin Sports Gene. (Mice with this gene have starved to death within sight of food inside simple mazes.)