Brick House

It's true.
I think.
Well, I broke another of my 'life rules' this morning. Yes, and I'm man enough and come out and admit in front of the whole entire world. Ok, that's a bit much. I apologize. I like to think though from time to time that I have a bit of the flair for the dramatic, but this is nothing like that. As a matter of fact, I might not have broken a rule at all. It might just be the memory-thing crashing in on me. I could check, but I haven't the time. And I don't really care. So what's the big deal? Where have I strayed from the straight and narrow? Where did I venture off the rails? Will three Hail Marys and one Our Father do the trick? So here it is, plain and simple. One of my rules that I try to follow on this photo blog is one photo and day and no repeats. Heavens! Between, the small, big place that I call home and my country backyard, I've got enough to keep me busy. So, I think I remember using this brick house, a building that once housed electrical components, once before, but not in the fall, as I recall. Does that get me off the hook? No. Then again maybe this is the first time that it has made Birdman's spotlight. Oh heck, I've gone on and on and on. Like the Seinfeld show that was about nothing, this has been my version. That's my 'pitch'.
As George Costanza said, "It's a show about nothing!"
My 'show' concludes at this time.
And, as you can tell, it's been about NOthing!
I apologize.