30 hours ago.

Mary Bellows (by Steelopus)

Sometimes I take photos. April, 2009.

One-hundred and forty-one years ago, Mary died. One-hundred and forty-one years later, who remembers Mary? Who - besides me - visits her grave?

Even by modern standards, her gravestone (and those of her family) are beautifully crafted.

untitled on Flickr.

Sometimes I take photos. July, 2011.

Fireworks.

Awake. (Taken with Instagram at Rochester, NY)

Awake. (Taken with Instagram at Rochester, NY)

Have I mentioned how much I love Rochester? (Taken with Instagram at Pittsford Canal)

(by Steelopus)

I slept on it and I still like them. That doesn’t happen often.

(by Steelopus)

No tripod? No problem.

I may print this set and ask the local golf course that was responsible for the fireworks if they’d be interested in letting me display them (with price tags) in their clubhouse.

Click-through for the full set. I actually really like them.

Foggy morning. (Taken with Instagram at Pittsford, NY)

Mary Bellows (by Steelopus)

One-hundred and forty years ago, Mary died.  One-hundred and forty years later, who remembers Mary?  Who - besides me - visits her grave?

Even by modern standards, her gravestone - and those of her family - are beautifully crafted.