This is a picture, not taken, of tiny motes of powdered sugar dancing a Brownian jig in front of my eyes, rising off the thermals from a hot cup of coffee, and reflecting off the morning sunlight streaming obliquely through the window…

This is a picture, not taken, of the morning sunrise seen through the buildings and elevated highways of a metropolis, the stacked layers of differently colored clouds combined with the reddish-yellow spot of the sun, made it seem that I was a resident of some future city in Europa looking at Jupiter looming on the horizon…

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…