This pretty much sums it up. All of these images were taken by me in two different cities sometime before the the world became ravaged with pestilence, using Little Jeannie who has since retired to the great network in the sky. But time and the death of my old smartphone hasn’t diminished their brilliance any.
Whilst gathering a basketful of tattered old clothes for Samhain deep-woods bonfire fuel, I happened to recover the sneak-a-toke pipe I misplaced in August. Sitting at the bottom of that basket the whole time. Behold, a photographic reenactment of that amazing discovery, taken with my new phone. Whose purchase was necessitated by Little Jeannie’s sudden retirement to the great network in the sky after four years of loyal service. The new phone is called Little Suzi.