Meet Shira. Her interests include licking fingers, drinking from the sink, and, most of all, her stuffed toy seahorses.
I first saw this outside my building on, appropriately, Inauguration Day. I was charmed by it, filled with the optimism and renewed pride that whoever embedded it in the earth must have felt. I immediately knew that this would be one of my first pictures.
I love words. Love weaving them into sentences, love crosswords and other such puzzles. But I could live without seeing or hearing these words again:
~cougar (and I don’t mean the animal)
~tweens (especially in reference to Sasha Obama. She’s seven–a little girl!)
Feel free to add words you could live without in the comments, and also check out:
(No, I’m not talking about a TV show, for once. ;))
I was literally restless Thursday night into Friday– I absolutely could not sleep. I finally got a few hours’ worth in the late afternoon/early evening (I had this week off, luckily), but not only did my sleeplessness torpedo my plans for yesterday, it seems determined to continue to wreak havoc, as I am still awake, head a-pounding.
But that’s not what this post is about. Over the past few years, I’ve just had these periods of restlessness, of feeling that there was something I should be doing, something new I should be seeing. Maybe photography will prove to be the something.
(Hmm–I guess sleep-deprivation makes me let down my privacy shield a bit. :))
Socks the cat is now chasing mice elsewhere.
~Vote for the weirdest book title of the year! Let me know what you chose– personally, I went for “Curbside Consultation of the Colon.” Uh, as strangest title, that is.
~ I am not a big movie person. Yes, TV, as you’ve no doubt gleaned, is my preferred form of moving-image entertainment. But I love a good worst list. This one is about the worst sequels of all time– in one man’s opinion, anyway.
~ This is why it pays to know a foreign language.