This is a picture, not taken, of a particularly intricate older accident scene, the vivid skid marks as instantly recognizable as a body outline, causing me to go into quick forensic analysis, trying to solve the dynamic contortions involved, and mentally judging the figure skating effort…

This is a picture, not taken, reminding me of a side-scrolling camouflage video game, in the foreground, passing by quickly, are grasses in greens, yellows, and browns, the slower moving trees in fall foliage, and the ominous sky a roiling mix of post-nuclear-apocalyptic grey, silver and concrete…

This is a picture, not taken, while floating on my back, eyes shut against a bright sun, arms spread wide, heart open, hips turned upward, balancing against the whims of buoyancy, the water warm, winds calm, current gently tugging me down the shore on a warm fall morning…

This is a picture, not taken, of a small, black Honda, conveniently hidden from sight by my driver’s door pillar, casting a shadow, normally unnoticed, now being highlighted by a grotesque shadow puppet contorting on the concrete curb…

This is a picture, not taken, of a massive, black, stretch, Hummer limo stopping and disgorging a gaggle of wedding party people, preceded by a photographer with two Canon cameras, trailed by a small girl holding the wedding train, all heading up the hill where I planned on taking a panorama of downtown Austin…

This is a picture, not taken, of an eighteen-wheeled tractor trailer with the slogan “We are the careful movers”, driving fast down the interstate highway, tailgating another truck, and having a lawn mower strapped to the outside on the rear of the truck…

This is a picture, not taken, while driving down an interstate highway, of the rumble strip along side the road, the small rectangular indentations, halfway filled with water, and reflecting a bird in the sky, were moving fast enough to give a zoetropic effect…

This is a picture, not taken, of a tree, grown up underneath a power line, as trees are wont to do, having suffered a giant triangular cleft from the power company, and also bearing a rectangular tunnel from the traffic, reminding me of a Tetris topiary…

This is a picture, not taken, of the thinnest of suspension bridges, spun by some unseen spider between the handlebars of my bicycle, barely seen in the morning sunlight, somehow managing to avoid destruction while my hands shift gears and brake, and while strong headwinds rage against it…

This is a picture, not taken, of a small, black trash can filled with empty plastic bottles and aluminum soda cans not twenty feet away from a much larger blue recycling container…