Category Archives: Shovel
Last week I was in the Hall Office Park in Frisco, Texas taking photos of micropuddles. I found this shovel, handle-less and covered in concrete and rust. I filled its bowl with water and took its portrait.
This week I returned and the shovel was still there. I claimed it as my own.
It rained all day Sunday. After church I took the shovel to my own office park and took it’s portrait in various poses.
Here it is gratefully receiving the runoff from a storm drain:
On some blooming monkey grass:
Atop a holly bush:
Embraced by Asian jasmine:
On Colorado River rocks:
Under a crepe myrtle:
And on a bed of lantana:
I now keep the shovel on the front seat of my car. I keep a jug of water in the car at all times so that I can take its portrait when promising venues present themselves.