It may be work, it may be play, it may be near, it may be away. So here is the challenge - to shoot and post one photograph a day on this site. These photographs are a kind of diary of things I find interesting. I am also thinking that there will be days when I am unable to shoot, so on those infrequent occasions, I will post a photograph done on another day, but one that still feels important to me. - Ken Spencer
Monday, November 30, 2020
The Trip Home
Sunday, November 29, 2020
Cattails
Saturday, November 28, 2020
The Rising of the Moon
Friday, November 27, 2020
The Flight of the Geese
Thursday, November 26, 2020
We Hope You Had A Wonderful Thanksgiving
Wednesday, November 25, 2020
A Brother & Sister Walk
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
No Dunkin' - Swan Song
Monday, November 23, 2020
Upstate Skies
Sunday, November 22, 2020
Facetime with California
Saturday, November 21, 2020
Big Leaves, Little Leaves
Friday, November 20, 2020
The Crescent Moon
Thursday, November 19, 2020
Industrial Architectural at Sunset
Wednesday, November 18, 2020
The Moon, Jupiter and Saturn
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
No Dunkin' Donuts - Week 37
Monday, November 16, 2020
Yellow Leaves, and Then None
Sunday, November 15, 2020
Looking at Leaves
Saturday, November 14, 2020
The Subtle Colors of Fall
Friday, November 13, 2020
I Can't Get Down the Driveway!
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Armistice Day
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
A Fisherman After Dusk
Tuesday, November 10, 2020
No Dunkin' Donuts - Week 36
Monday, November 9, 2020
A Nice Place to Ride a Bike...
Sunday, November 8, 2020
The Return of Sunspots
Saturday, November 7, 2020
BLAM!
Friday, November 6, 2020
Speaking of Architecture...
Thursday, November 5, 2020
Only Slightly Haunted
Wednesday, November 4, 2020
The Best Haunted House!
Tuesday, November 3, 2020
No Dunkin' Donuts - Week 34
Monday, November 2, 2020
The Ghost in Our House
Sunday, November 1, 2020
Requiem for a Jack-O-Lantern
We have had a Jack-O-Lantern on our front porch I believe, every Halloween since we bought our house in 1971. When our daughters were younger, they were the ones who carved the pumpkin. After they were no longer here, I was the one who carved the Jack-O-Lantern every year, and I loved doing that. But not this year - this is a photograph of a Jack-O-Lantern from several years ago. We always bought our pumpkins from a sale in the yard of the Methodist church a few blocks away. They bought the pumpkins from an Indian tribe out west, which is why we always bought them at the church. Well, because of Covid there was no pumpkin sale this year. So we were going to get one at the store, but ended up forgetting. I feel sad that we did not have a Jack-O-Lantern on the porch, lit with a candle this year, even though there were no trick-or-treaters. I hate to miss the yearly ritual.