Words and photographs from a Buttershug
Every morning, I stand outside with Em and wait for the bus with her. These were taken one morning when it was particularly serene, just before a storm. It seems as though it hasn’t stopped raining since.
Eighth in the series.
We recently caught a break from the dreadful heat wave here in Cincinnati. Yesterday, it only got up to about 78° which meant open windows and actually being comfortable in a pair of jeans outside. The air conditioner didn’t turn on almost all day. It was a good day.
I pulled down a few old cameras off the shelf to have a look at them. While I was inspecting, I somehow just noticed that one of them still had a roll of film inside. Six photos had already been taken who knows how long ago. I have no idea how old the camera or the roll of film it holds, but I took it outside to use up the remaining exposures in hopes that I may get lucky.
While I was out there, I noticed the evening sky:
It doesn’t take a lot to amuse me and clouds always fill me with wonder. I am glad that I remember to look up once in a while.