I got together with Druantia awhile back, and we found a quiet forested space to take a couple of quick shots.
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….
As I mentioned, I’ve been helping with some minor bathroom repairs.
Melinda said I should show teeth, though.
The building was in the way, I was tired from not sleeping for several nights running, and I was battling The Headache that Wouldn’t Die.
Man, the photobooth has seen some things, and this year, I hope, will be no exception.
I was pretty proud of how this came out.