My simple reaction to many of the vicissitudes of daily existence is: give me caffeine or give me death.
Writing it down on the plexiglass shield of a hood may be a bit too complex for me; I'm considering having it tattooed on my wrist in case my memory starts to fail
Living in a small, semi-rural town, one occasionally sees neighbors out and about, walking for their daily 'constitutionals'. This older gentleman was happy to be out in the fresh air, before it started raining---
The city of Sugar Land was named after the Imperial Sugar Company whose headquarters used to be here.
Established in 1843. The company has been sold and resold since 1988, the headquarter abandoned not too long after. These silos still stand as a relic of those days.
Rainy day, good for developing... though it eats up a lot of the day and there's never enough time to do all the little things you want. Still... this new batch of fixer should last me a while! Time to dispose of the old one.