I know it’s not Tuesday. I know and I’m sorry, but Tuesday was a bit busy and Wednesday got full … so Thursday it is. I’m trying to not post more than three things on any day, two of them photography and one something written. I sometimes post a fourth thing if it’s time-sensitive and can’t wait. My statistics are taking something of a hit because, no matter what anyone says, you get more traffic if you post more. One post typically gets maybe 100 hits — on a good day. Four posts will get more than three hundred and occasionally, much more.
I can’t keep up such a fast past forever — and I don’t want to. I want to own more of my time. To not feel as if “Serendipity” is my job. It was never supposed to be “work.”
Self-discipline will get this blogging beast under control. Presumably.
This is something completely different in the way of texture. Smooth. Shiny. Classic and … a lot older than it looks! It was parked next to us at the grocery store. As we were leaving, its owner showed up. He was clearly used to people taking pictures of his adorable truck and told us was from 1930. And obviously, it’s a Ford.
Unfortunately, beyond that, I don’t know what model truck it is. If you know, let me know!