I have Amber to thank for a fine evening underneath the stars in Kokomo — cooking hotdogs over a fire, cold beer and a couple rounds of Euchre for good measure. (Mental note: learn how to photograph the night sky better)

The evening sky, looking through the electric wires that power Dayton buses. This ice cream stand cast an eerie glow. I was enamored. Though I tried to get a clean shot, the amount of people was a good thing. At this point in the evening, everyone boarded the space ship, fueled by black and tans [...]

We didn’t know if these were weeds or not, but our neighbor suggested they were poppies. She was correct. Love the mystery of inheriting a garden.