I’m not entirely sure what make a photo odd any more. I just have photos. So here are a few. Odd? I don’t know. But whatever they are, I’m fond of them and I can’t figure out what else they might be.
The first are my stained glass wolves on my living room window, the second a pot of marigolds in a flower box in Hyannis. The third is the old bread box I bought at a yard sale long ago.