Patrice came last Saturday to model for The Diverse Sex-Positive Bodies Stock Photography Project, and I had a great big box of brand new toys from Blush Novelties.
Sometimes I think a shot says everything I want to say, and words are just baggage.
Every now and again I get a pedi.
As long as I was out there, I thought I’d do something I haven’t done probably since my kids were little. I built a snowman.
My heart keeps beating like a hammer.
The coffee is hot, the wine is lovely, and new music is making me happy.
Mama and papa took off when I got up to go get the camera, but the three babies hung out and let me take their picture.
I made it safely to Indiana, and I’ll be here for an indeterminate period of time.
It’s funny how much or how little some things change.
Looks like I forgot to take an actual photo that day, but I did take a selfie.
Collegiate Gothic, 16th century China, and a New Jersey Trash Panda
I’m worn out, but I’m trying to get the posting caught up. But I’m skipping a post here and there for a reason.
Yesterday was the day my Zeus became mortal. Yesterday was the day Olympus crumbled.
These days, feel-good stories seem few and far between, so I thought I should definitely share this one.
I just wanted to get a few shots of the tulips in bloom before it got dark.
I don’t think I have any more to say about this shot from before I left Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts.
It seemed like The Making Lemonade Road Tour 2018: Just the Sugar, Honey needed a bit of a warm-up before kickoff.
The hashtag on the top of Gypsy’s back windshield makes me smile.
We’re about to get on the road for The Making Lemonade Road Tour 2018: Just The Sugar, Honey, and Gypsy needed a bath, badly.