On my morning walk, I pass a deserted stretch of parking lot cracked with worry, where weeds have found their foothold and sidewalks of forgotten purpose march straight into the restless thicket’s wild lair, only to disappear under encroaching abandon, because there is no end.
This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!
Suburban Satsangs 
I’m sure I detect a whiff of poetry in this. In the word craft and in the photo craft. I think your phoetry is back! Very nice indeed.
Is that your word, Maureen? I believe phoetry is the perfect name for what I do. I shall steal it with your permission, of course. Thank you and have a lovely holiday weekend.