Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Monday, January 2, 2017
I attempted to take the same picture of the same object from the same place at the same time on two consecutive days as part of that no man steps into the same river twice preoccupation I've been wrestling with unsuccessfully for the last few days.
Last Year (actually, Saturday)
They're not exactly alike but I think I should get credit for the thought. The only thing that had changed was I. I'm hoping it was enough as it's all I have.