Michael S. Williamson

Don’t drink and drive.

The leash is off and I’m ready to run.

Pink Floyd.

As I was driving on rural back roads until very late last night, I saw lots of fireworks shows, big and small along the way. Was listening to the news about tax cuts and healthcare cuts. Woke up early today in a fog. It was less like “Morning in America and more like, “The Day After.”

When George passed away, nobody wanted his things. Heck, even he hadn’t worn most of these clothes since the 1970s. I hope everyone just lets them be. They are a little sad, but strangely beautiful.

The sky was threatening and hinted that I should seek cover. The sun strongly suggested that I stop and make a photo first.

Feeling blue (and pink) in Atlantic City, New Jersey.

Rain sometimes puts me in the mood to reflect on things.

Feels good to be back in Alabama, cruising the back roads.

I didn’t want one of those fancy ice cream cones, just something plane.

I could drive or take the train. But if I walk for a bit, there are better photo possibilities.

“Honest, officer. We were just listening to music.”

Made this iPhone photo while on the train traveling from Washington, DC to New York City.

Happy Easter friends. Of course, I knew that if I went to the gardens, I’d see some lovely dresses. I couldn’t catch the little sweetie in red, but what a doll!

I parked my car on the banks of the Mississippi River and made the slow walk to Fast Eddie’s in Alton, Illinois.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for…well you know.

Have no worries, my sweet and damaged relic of the past. You are in my heart to stay.

I was under a lot of deadline pressure to make this photo in Selma, Alabama, but I managed to get it in on time.

Went to Brenda’s BBQ in Montgomery, Alabama last night and got some dinner and a photo for dessert.

Stopped by the Mr. Waffle in Selma, Alabama last night.

“Hey Michael, just curious, did you first see the overall rich colorful scene or were you struck by the lone man at the table?” — “Yes.”

They say that driving is more dangerous than flying. Maybe, but when my car stalls, I don’t fall 30,000 feet.

Watching the cars and trucks go by and thinking, Where are they going? Are they lonely? Are they lost in some oldies music as they drive? — Then a big rig honks at me and I think that maybe they’re just wondering what the heck that guy with a camera is doing up there.

The rain eventually stopped, but everything still looks like this to me.

Happy Valentine’s Day friends. Be a beacon, not a blinding light.

Sara said that she would take care of my order after she topped off Earl’s coffee cup.

My all-night friend, Waffle House, announced that they are adding a $.50 surcharge per egg due to the bird flew outbreak. It’s going to take more than that to keep me out of Hopperville.

Waiting for his dogs at the Coney Island. Detroit, Michigan.

Server takes a break at a diner in Texas. (photograph is a single frame made with a telephoto lens from the street. It is not a composite.)

He saw me the exact moment I saw him. Only the camera blinked.