Want to talk about them here?
I'll be your confessor, if you want.
I've got a couple. Elenka probably thinks the number runs a little higher though. Let me share one. If I find a good thing, I keep going back for more. I can devour an entire, gigantic bag of salted potato chips in a sitting. I can treat a jar of peanuts with the same recklessness. I can't help myself! Take a good photo site. If you remember, last winter we found this old railroad tunnel near the Casco Bay Bridge. Since then, I've taken Marchin and a couple of friends to see it. Paulie and I ventured here after a coffee run the other day. He had never seen it either, or for that matter didn't believe it still was around. I proved him wrong, but better still these purple weeds were brightly in boom, against the bridge in the distance. I seem to keep being pulled back to this site. There's something new each visit.
Maybe not as bad as biting my nails...
I'd like to 'kick' that one.
Returning to the same place?
See, you can go 'home' again.
At least for startling colors.
Some habits are not to be broken.
Lovely image Birdman.. Bad habits me... nah!
ReplyDeleteInspirational. I'm off out with my camera.
ReplyDeletethis one's not a bad habit. :)
ReplyDeleteI confess your same insane passion for almost everything salted in a bag/can/box...
ReplyDeleteI probably don't even need to tell you my habit (I won't call it bad) of going to the Desert Botanical Garden to take photos. Well, I tell people it's to walk but it's really to take photos. There is always something to see no matter the time of year.
ReplyDeleteI don't have any bad habits. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
ReplyDeleteBut I like your flowers much and I'm sure I'd like the old RR bridge!
Love the shot!
ReplyDeleteGoing back to the same great photo site doesn't seem like such a bad habit to me. In fact, I think it makes good sense.
ReplyDeleteI don't consider this a bad habit either.
ReplyDeleteAnd they're not weeds, they're "wildflowers" or "native species". :p
Yeah. I think we have the same habit. I could murder some chips now 'xcept that I call 'em crisps. That's your bl***** fault.
ReplyDelete:-)
I'm lucky: I can walk across the street to a recreational area and wander through it year round (it's why we live where we do). Sometimes I'm there seven days a week. It's a rerun I don't mind a bit.
ReplyDeleteI think I am a bad habit.
ReplyDeleteThose purple weeds, if one must call them that, are pretty.
Something about that place resonates with you . . . hidden passages? old mysteries? something in your childhood?
ReplyDeleteI think that spot is pretty, but serious gardeners would hate those weeds. It is loosestrife, a non-native invasive plant that takes over. It is almost a northern kudzu. And you didn't think I knew any botany!!!
ReplyDeleteSometimes those unwanted plants can be quite the nuisance but these are beautiful.
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