"Dream" My daughter's reflection can be seen in the window as she admires this vintage ambulace about three times her age. My daughter loves older cars and Jeeps with patina.

This gem was the one image that stood out in a day of shooting at Houston Baptist University.  I took a break from shooting and paused here to quiet my mind.  I loved the way the tail gate pulled and tugged at my dreams.  The art is like the nose art on planes I saw during my time in the U.S.Air Force. Programming reminded me of the computer science classes I took years ago that opened the door to my present career. 21 is that magic number, conjuring images of college undergraduate studies, the legal limit, and the last innocent age.

This is part of the assembly of the Minute Maid Stadium.  I just loved the Teal patina caught in this exposure. The joints of the pipes standout hinting at the dreams that have passed over time. Like the industrial age, these iron works have seen their glory days.

I am now and always have been amazed by the reflections in chrome.  The reflected background is for me like the latent image of a dream.  Like the meaning of a dream, the reflection is revealed only after close inspection. My wife is wearing the read skirt seen in the chrome. The Jeep has always held my imagination. ollllo 

Teal hardware from Goliad, Texas.  These fixtures were inplace when the Texians fought and won independance. 

Tools of the trade. In my bag, the green triangle bandage from the service is always there. What dreams could be released if it could talk.