Sometimes I nail a shot so thoroughly, I can’t help but grin like an idiot every time I look at it.
I’d really love to get my sleep cycle back on track.
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.
Today is a celebration of the art that is photography.
It’s funny how much or how little some things change.
Seems like the storms are more than just metaphorical, lately.
Sometimes there’s just one answer to a problem.
Sometimes I see the oddest things in the weirdest places. I’m going to just chalk it up to my artist brain.
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.
These days, feel-good stories seem few and far between, so I thought I should definitely share this one.
I’m feeling pretty relieved about things.
I didn’t care much for those socks anyway.
I’m not the neatest painter…
That’s the before, plus the after….