Nobody but me is tracking, and a delightful thing for my streak to keep on its Bond-like precision in going purrfect for daily photos in 2026 (on the heels of a purrfect 2025) as recorded in the album and blogged on the 90th day of the year March 31, 2026.
And this month there was almost no need for fixing holes for ones not added or tagged correctly (okay one was taken, posted, but missed the album cut).
There are of course the requisite dog and prairie and weathered wood photos, snow covered sunflowers but let’s see how the All Mighty ChadGPT can do to summarize rtge weired red hole and the anti Cog Dog Blog sign.
Here ya go Chad
Now it’s time to look at 28 photos from February. This screenshot of photos represents one month of photos taken each day in February. Write a one paragraph summary that captures themes, common topics, and also anything that stands out from the rest.
Holy frijole, the dude is getting less pedantic. Its still nothing I would ever write nor would pass off as my own. But not bad, you pile of bones.
March reads like a system reboot that doesn’t quite finish. Snow lingers in patches while mud takes over the rest, a half-installed season flickering between states. The usual cast returns, boards with peeling paint, barbed wire, seed heads, rusted hardware, but now they’re less frozen artifacts and more evidence of thaw, things loosening their grip. Water shows up in motion, pumped, pooled, smeared across glass, while the sky keeps trying on drama with streaked sunsets and pale suns behind cloud filters. Dogs are everywhere, resting, watching, riding along, anchoring the whole sequence in something steady while everything else shifts. There’s a quiet humor threaded through it too: the blunt “no” symbols on a door, a pair of playing cards like a shrug from the universe, a lineup of dog toys posed as if for inspection. And then small signals of change: bare ground underfoot, a hand reaching into dry grass, a deck ready for sitting even if no one quite believes it yet. March isn’t pretty here, it’s procedural, a month of toggles and in-betweens, where winter hasn’t left but spring has started editing the file.
ChatGPT whips out the poetic review of my March photos s
So long procedural March and hello April and maybe the usual cast shall return.
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