Some days do not offer an obvious sentence with a good photo.
The curbside recycling truck did not come today and I don’t know why.
I hope that meeting will turn up the puzzle piece I’ve been looking for.
For everything there is a season, but what thing was that season for?
How big was that earthquake, how deep and how far? is the game we still play.
The dog is waiting for her night potty walk and I should wrap this up.
I could go on, but I won’t because I’d rather be reading a book.
