In the catacombs in Paris, I came across this today.
Think, in the morning, that you will not, perhaps, go until evening, and think, in the evening, that you will not, perhaps, go until morning.
A good morning for the terminally morbid.
Well, I don’t think I’m going to get any awards for aesthetics with this one, but it fit the theme far too perfectly. I started my day changing planes in Heathrow en route to France…
So it was Good-Night, Baltimore… Good Morning, Paris. Hardly a typical morning for me.
Maybe I’ll get some pictures of Paris tomorrow. I wonder where would be a good place to go take photos in the morning.
I haven’t participated in the Photo Challenge in a while. I put up a post on my French blog last week, but didn’t put a link in the comments, so no one visited. I just haven’t been feeling inspired. Then yesterday, after I saw that this week’s theme was saturated, saw this leaf with the sun shining through it. I looked like stained glass.
Well, actually, I couldn’t decide which two photos out of about ten, so it’s three ways. 
About an hour or so before sunset, I went out and took a walk. I tried to concentrate on photographing things where I thought it was the quality of the light that made the essential difference.
At first I thought that this would be really hard. At the moment, I’m over at my sister’s cat sitting, but, instead of limiting me as I originally imagined, it gave me opportunities. I looked around her house and found items I remembered from my childhood that I haven’t really taken a look at in a long time.
My grandmother gave my sister and me each a small stuffed animal and a book on our birthdays when we were little. The chess piece was carved by my great-grandfather who was a violin maker. George Eliot is possibly my favorite author and this is the very same copy of the first book by her that I read. It was my grandfather’s favorite novel as well, and this copy had belonged to him once.
I tried to make the photo look a little bit aged using the tools in Paint.NET.
Yesterday, I went to Fells Point, down by the water.
Normally, when I post pictures of Baltimore, I try not to post pictures of abandoned buildings. Since moving here, I’ve become a bit sensitive to the fact that the people living here aren’t always thrilled with the fact that their city is always portrayed in the same way. Since this is the only closed storefront in an otherwise prosperous area, I figured this picture would be okay.
We stopped in a Spanish restaurant for a bite to eat.
After dinner, we took a walk around the area.
This loudspeaker was playing music in front of a shop. It was painted read and I thought it looked amusingly like lips.
You young people think you have it tough today – when I was young we had to draw with our hands? I haven’t used these things in ages.
Well, you know you’re getting older when you think to yourself, “What is fleeting?” and your first instinct is to respond, “Everything.”
I’ve been gardening a lot lately, and my first thought was to the flowers many of which seem fleeting. So I went out to the backyard with my camera and I saw this:
However, he came back later.
For more interpretations of this theme, check out the comments section in The Weekly Photo Challenge.
High modernism with large expanses of glass and many reflective surfaces.
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