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Two Dell R820s are being moved from an air-gapped location with a Kubota tractor on the sunniest of days.
A fire in a gentle rain is well contained but for some native rough-hewn logs eager to be embarking on their next journey. Stay positive.
Sunlight shines on a boat throttle, completely melted and covered with life-saving fire retardant.
An abandoned refrigerator sits on a curb waiting to be repurposed or landfill. It is sunny, and only one drawer label is visible.
A perfectly poured pint with College Green Hotel’s Mint Bar in a muted background
A healthy pine branch, flush with emerald needles, hangs vertically against an elder pine, sacrificially discarded to keep momma tree alive. She will not be immediately consumed by voles and termites, but her end is past, and the bloom fades. Our hero is exhausted from yet another storm cleanup, and wish we had collectively yet humbly bent a learned knee to science generations ago. Cling to another sad tree yet longer, sweet princess. Soon it will be hot, and you could be thankful for this quick passing.
The Kubota tractor, a yard tractor towing a cart with a high-end pressure washer, our hero’s Chevy, and the Stihl zero-turn are all nestled under cover when a big storm hit. Lots of orange, some black and grey, but the daylight in the storm casts a pallor of cherished but absent sun, darkening hues.
The left third of the photo has a clean steel shovel with a green fiberglass handle, propped against a resilient and future majestic, pine.
Crushed thumb under 4200PSI
Sure it’s a solo stove in the foreground, but some larger trunks are propped well out of stage left.
A pensive point guard dribbling toward pressure, Spud Webb, despite his height, remains a household name for genX.
Deandre Hopkins’ signature on a photo of him catching a pass well behind him with Amukamura of the Giants in defense. Hopkins is shown during his tenure as the Texans’ best Wide Receiver. Today, Hopkins starts for the Chiefs, the best team in all of football, in all of time.
A photo of gridlock on a mountain ignorant believers don’t deserve.
A bus stop has both the city name and art depicting snowboarding. The Rockies tower in the distance.
Eldest daughter in the foreground holds up a keeper bass, standing before the grassy spot in the pond where she knew they might be feeding.
A gainfully fatigued 50-year-old father of two youngins has been in the rain for many hours. A video, in pathetic dystopian lighting, pans right. The foreground transitions from a marginally suspended string of default and bleak blue holiday lights. New LEDS. Continuing, a suspended and lighted reindeer, clad in old incandescent bulbs, eventually six such beasts, appear. Santa is on his sleigh as well, yet he is pale amber; his sleigh, clearly haggard, emits a few tenuous bulbs of warmth in the wet. A sense of calm, not quite yet earned, permeates.
Holly dog is a brown mutt in the foreground, eagerly leaning in to show desire to go on a walk and not sully her seasonally suggestive surroundings.
A dancing lens flare captured in the foreground of a smokeless fire, crying silently on a chill Texas evening.
A young man holds a personalized jersey with no future.
A conservative influencer I know little about other than that her name is the basis of this horrid skeet. Shame, name, shame.
A stunning Irish actor locks eyes with an audience member to his left. Colin is a great father, if you didn't know. Any idea if he eats mexican food?
A four pound largemouth bass on a scale in the foreground. A tiny slit of a creek behind her where she was immediately returned unharmed.
A screenshot of an Amazon order that hits 420 on the dot. Who even are we right now?
A stark image of a USB bridge with two clearly unique USB drives inserted into two of four slots. The bridge is not connected to anything, harkening to both Heisenberg and Ouroboros. Go Chiefs!
A largemouth bass caught on a baby bass zoom fluke that weighs 4.85 pounds measured by the scale in the photo
The view from a breakfast spot in Playa. Calm seas stretch to the horizon beneath happy clouds enjoying a morning breeze. In the distance the resorts on Cozumel thrust from otherwise unbroken waters.
A healthy Kubota with a wet-thumb grapple. She is ready to work, but kids and late Friday work submissions beckon. She will be ready when called upon. The grapple is blue, the Kubota is the hands-down sexiest orange no one would ever vote for.
An enormous tree top, struck down by Hurricane Beryl, that spans the entire image. It constitutes over 3 tons of weight, and is intimidating for anyone to fell safely. The trunk, still standing, extends well beyond the height of the photo on the left, and remains for our hero to dispose of safely.
AWM wearing a loosely snugged Windsor knot of a bland tie, white button down shirt, and the focal piece, a green-tinted, clear visor
Sunrise over the Magic Kingdom lake with the Contemporary in the background. Still, glassy surface with nice beds of grass poking up into the chill morning air.
The rain has started just as sun is setting on a cloudy Sunday afternoon.
Bronson Pinchot greets Eddie Murphy in the Beverly Hills Art Gallery. "Get the fuck out of here!" "No, I cannot, because it's a very important piece."
A nondescript photo of the Britney Spears hardcover
Lunch of boiled processed meat
If this were a video, flames from a campfire in the foreground would almost hide the otherworldly visitor entering background top left.
Perfect fire in a Solo stove in front of a generic metal fire pit with felled logs in the background.
Old man wakesurfing like he has a pair, which he most certainly does.
The GOAT
Kills Sean Connery but fails to kill Christopher Lambert.
Santa and his reindeer alight in the background, whilst the roaring fire in frame beckons an innocent and universal hug.
A pleasant Sunday afternoon campfire wherein our hero’s clenched fist displays symmetrical wounds.
A well-cared for tractor on a beautiful Friday evening.
Too short to be Miles Taller
Getting the portable heaters primed so the girls can spend a bit more time outside
An oak gone before its time. Not pictured, sweaty-assed 49-year-old with his heirloom Stihl
Wake up. Go outside. It’s bluetiful.
A tended fire is a happy fire.
Lance doesn’t know you
Don’t hate on the rigging. This is all a temporary feed until we have a permanent structure at the back of the land.