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It looks as though little girl in 1995 was typing away at her computer and the rapture just came and took her.

I looked across the street and wondered, if I cropped this just right, would it be possible for someone else to tell when the photo was taken? It feels close but not quite vintage. The clarity of the image is perhaps what gives away it's a recent one. Maybe the bike and graffiti. Oh.

Tempting, but I passed.

I believe Pittsburgh is everywhere you believe it to be.

Murder, murder, murder.

I'm on my way to Agne Noir.

I'm sitting on a log reading Otherwise Known as The Human Condition. I find it hard to concentrate with all this excitement around me.

The old couple with the iPad is my favorite.

This is the view from the stairs to the fourth floor at the Pfizer building.

It's a ladder, waiting for a purpose (how did it get there?) and a door, likely not to be opened again.

When I see a decent pair of shoes just sitting by or in a garbage can, I wonder two things:

• What was wrong with those shoes and
• What did that person wear home?

I'm continuing the experiments with the new little camera.

This smallish camera should let me take more photos more often. I think this is a good thing.