I still realize that my habit of photographing the ground at my feet will seem weird to a lot of people.  But sometimes the patterns that you can find there are interesting — especially when confined within the contours of a viewfinder.

Besides, half the fun is finding battle environments where I would have loved to deploy my “G.I. Joes” when I was nine.  Oh, to be a boy again.

Although I suppose Roanoke’s characteristic iron-rich dirt looks more tan than red today.  It still was a canvas for some of nature’s eye-catching patterns.

Man oh man, I would have loved to play on that Jurassic-looking soil with my toy dinosaurs when I was six years old.