The only living things that are appreciating Tropical Storm Alberto right now are the weeds that live in everyone’s yard. They are growing like, well, weeds. Last time this happened I had to hire landscapers to tame the jungle that had grown up when I wasn’t paying attention. In the grand scheme of things complaining about the rain is rather pathetic. It’ll stop sometime.
I took the opportunity to take some night photos the other night because the rain had stopped for a little while, and I really wanted to get out of the house. I thought I’d ride through Brooksville and see if I could spot some nicely lit up buildings, but I hadn’t gotten very far up the road at all when Chulas lights caught my eye. And in Brooksville I was surprised to see how pretty the courthouse looked all lit up. It wasn’t the sort of photo I was going for, but that happens a lot of the time. It would have been easier to stay home, but sometimes you just need to get out, if only for a little while.
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