Day Forty-Seven

Today's post was inspired by a Facebook list. You know, "25 random things about me," "iPod answers to life's questions," "20 things I've never told you," lists like those. The list I happened upon was "15 books that have changed your life," or something like that. The idea was to name the books you'll always remember, that had a significant impact on you--good or bad.

I filled out a list, knowing it would be incomplete. I mean, fifteen? That's it? That's about .00000000002 of the books I've read in my lifetime. (Forgive my math skills; I'm going for "extremely tiny fraction metaphor" here).

So I went a gatherin' and put together a set of fifteen books. Some of these overlap with the list I made yesterday, some are books I looked at and went, "Oh! Duh!" This is by no means an exhaustive list -- it's missing any Agatha Christie, for one thing -- but it's a nice cross-section.

Day Forty-Six

You know how I know it's summer even though the temperatures refuse to get much past 70 degrees (for which I am profoundly thankful, by the way)?

Because the cottonwood is flying. (Click on the picture for a better view).



Sometimes it lands.



I don't think the seed has much chance of taking root here. Though that would be pretty cool. I love cottonwoods and their aspeny, singing leaves. Having one growing out of the trunk of my car would be sweet.

Day Forty-Five

Steeple.

Yep.

Day Forty-Four

I wish the scent of rain was bottleable--it reoxygenates the spirit.

Day Forty-Three

I had another picture all set for today's post, but for some reason it kept loading the horizontal picture vertically. I've tried everything to correct it to no avail. So, here, I like this picture. Maybe you will too.

Day Forty-Two

A country vignette.

Day Forty-One

My friend Jody was visiting her parents this weekend. I, in turn, visited her. And used her schmancy camera, which tried to defeat me at every turn. Fairly successfully, I might add. But I did wrestle one or two good pictures out of it. Thankfully, they're of Jody and they each portray an aspect of why we're such good friends.


We dream together.


And we laugh together.