Dismembered

We got the word a few days ago, the river birch that has graced the front of our building for decades had reached the end of its run. It wasn’t safe, it was shedding limbs, it had to come down.

Crossed

I carry a camera everywhere, though I don’t carry big ones or lots of glass. And, sometimes, that bites me and I don’t get the image I really wanted, like Rosalynn Carter speaking at the Atlanta Press Club. Instead, I just get patterns from light fixtures.

Not the same.