This is a picture, not taken, of a group of young men, one in particular walking backwards rapidly with his arms wide open talking, bragging, or bantering it’s unclear. What is clear is that the old man he ran into is none to pleased and looks impotently in fustration, brushing his drink off of his shirt as the man keeps walking away…

This is a picture, not taken, of three protesters taking a break, their signs warning of global warming laying forgotten on the ground beside them while they stand in a tiny circle, smoking…

This is a picture, not taken, of signs along the interstate highway, brightly lit, for as bright as the dense foggy night will allow them, seemingly hovering in the air, as the fog obscures the posts, the effect is one of a constellation of advertising moons…

This is a picture, not taken, of a cat staring at me from my backyard porch, the said cat’s first ever appearance was notable enough for me to race around for a camera, but, upon returning, the feline was nowhere to be found, and has now moved into the realms of ninja-cathood and will affect many future half-remembered dreams to come…