I am not liking anything I’m writing today, so I’m stopping. It’s really pointless to continue because I can’t tell if what I’m doing is good or bad. There are probably other things I can do that are just as useful. And I’ll get right on them as soon as I think of what they are.
A rear window type shot from my roof. Except nobody was out there at the time. And they’d probably yell at me about all the pigeons if they were.