Reflections, no talk about this and that, out of my hat. No poetry either.

Instead of ranting or explaining something without a head nor tail, like usually, I think I'm going to just post these images. These are the byproducts of my current people photography obsession out there, in the streets. Sometimes byproducts just are more important than the actual products. Or all the time. Every cat owner knows this. You buy fancy toys and all the cats are interested in is playing with the receipt of those cat toys. Or you buy an electrical device and save the box if you need it to store the device someday somewhere to keep it relatively clean from cat hair, you put the device where you mean to put it, turn back to take the box and it's filled with cat hair. Two huge ones with tails, four legs, two ears and two eyes staring at you saying: "This ours now."

Buildings are great. They usually stay put long enough so that there's enough time for a photo or two, and then some. Just in case. If the building did move and you just didn't see it move. Because you can never be certain of anything you know. There are two options for you not seeing something move when there actually is movement. Well, three, but lets leave the obvious one, blindness out. You or that object you are monitoring, moves too quickly or too slowly for you to see it move. Like a bullet. Or earth.Or sloooowly grooooowing plaaaaants. And money from your bank account. Was it ever there? I'm sure it was and it moved but I didn't see it.

Cars are also awesome. They don't duck if you try to take a photo of them. Or have you ever seen a car duck? You have? Then show me a photo of a ducking car. Because if you don't, I won't believe you. It didn't happen if there's no photo evidence. And if there is and as I've decided not to believe you, I will call your photo photoshopped and manipulated and fake news and all that. Cars and ducks don't mingle. That's a fact.

Puddles are fascinating. But I think I've already said enough about puddles in one of my previous posts. So I won't do that again. Not yet anyway. Besides I told you already that I won't be rambling this time.

I don't know how to end this post so I'll just say: "Bye, bye house!"

_{Because bye bye readers would be too dramatic. It would give the impression that I'm disappointment quitting (it's a thing I just made up that is like rage quitting but without any rage present, just flat and dull disappointment) and giving up trying to get rich in one night. Or bending towards the idea of committing suicide soon. And although both options seem really interesting, I'm not in the right mood now to execute either of them.}