Crystal City – foto by Smith
My digital camera died, played dead three days, and on the third day rose again to take pictures. I don’t know why and I’m not asking questions.
Now I can take you back to Crystal City where beneath the glare and glaze backside the gleam I seek and report the smallest sparkle particle plausible possible present past perfect this Thanksgiving cheerful evening as we stumble ever errant on toward Xmas.
Crystal City – fotos by Smith
The camera came out of its coma and went back to work. Does it give that feeling that “everything’s right with the world again” or maybe not?