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Nobody told me, but apparently today is National Drive-Without-Looking-Where-You’re-Going Day. With a frequency of no less than once per mile, cars pulled in front of me close enough that I had to make quick stops. Either I’m getting curmudgeonly in my old age, or drivers are getting worse.

The geranium I almost killed last winter is blooming. I made an attempt at macro photograpy with my long lens, tripod, and shutter release cable.

The colors ended up a little washed out, probably because I lit it using flourescent lamps—I may try again tomorrow after work if I can get some good sunlight.

I also tried taking pictures of the ten-minute downpour this afternoon, but despite my repeated attempts I still haven’t quite been able to capture what I like about the look of a rainy day.

Tonight’s big thunderstorms slipped around Eden Prairie to the North and to the South, but I just sat outside for half an hour watching some great lightning. Most of it was over the horizon—just the tops and the clouds lighting up—but from time to time a great bolt rose from the Southeast, branching out and reaching forty-five degrees or more into the sky.