I didn’t expect to find much neon around me, but there it was.
It’s elusive, but neon surprised me by showing up here and there once I started looking for it.
There’s even a rural lawn mower repair shop on a dirt road not far from our house that displays a neon “Open” sign in its front window. In all the years I’ve driven past it, I’d never noticed it before this week. This is the thing I love about photography. It helps me notice.
All week long, I’ve been searching for neon. All week long, it’s been raining and raining. In the evening, the thunderstorms roll in, as if we lived in the tropics. The air is thick as the clouds. We’re walking through clouds. I’ve been looking for neon-hued tropical birds in the trees. I hear them, but haven’t spotted them.
All week long, the neon and the rain. All week long, I’ve been singing this song.
These photos and post are in response to this week’s theme for the 52 Photos Project. You should participate, too! Read about how it works here. You can see a gallery of everyone’s photos for this week’s theme here. To see a list of all my blog posts for this project, go here.