Day Fifty-Four

Two generations, three lovely women: this is my mother, my sister, and I.

Included for your viewing pleasure are a incredibly glamorous picture of my mother (a stage of her life I envy--I've never had a glamorous phase!), my sister's apparent California girl incarnation on the lower right, my completely adorable kindergarten picture in the middle, and what may be one of the best pictures ever of Steph and me in our homemade (and very fashionable) Easter dresses on the bottom left.

Day Fifty-Three

Today's entry is dedicated to Brian for his innovative pioneering of the new "More Books About Squirrels" EBYR category. Bravo, Brian. Bravo.

I also dedicate it to my own ability to be distracted at any given moment. In yesterday's marketing meeting, I saw a squirrel scale the top of a dead tree out the window and actually cried, "Squirrel!" Because I am, in reality, a golden retriever. *sigh*



Okay, I know that one's blurry, but I couldn't resist. Look at his little tucked up scampering!

And now, on to the actual photo shoot. Which squirrel will win America's Next Top Mammal?

Day Fifty-Two

This is NOT what the sky looks like today. I did try to load a picture appropriate for today's atmosphere but, once again, it loaded on its side. And I can't figure out why. So you get pretty, dramatic clouds instead. Yay for you!

Day Fifty-One

Sometimes this little blog has good pictures. Sometimes it has amusing (to me, at any rate) stories--often to make up for the lack of good picture. Because my amusement, really, is paramount. Sometimes the two previously mentioned goods even show up together. And sometimes I get to make art.






Now, I know I could have done more with this if I had some sort of photo editing program instead of the comes-with-every-computer Picture Manager. I can see the edges of what I wanted to have happen in this picture. But I'm still rather pleased with this end result as it stands. I'm a simple creature, after all. (Actually, I'm fairly complex, but I do enjoy simple things...does that count?)

Day Fifty

On this auspicious day fifty, I honor young imagination.

So I'm loafing about on Sunday afternoon and I hear a pounding noise. I look up and on the hill outside the building next door, I see something I think is completely awesome. There's a kid with a stick easily as long as he is tall. And he's scraping down the end with a rock. I kid you not.

It was pretty clear he was trying to make a staff. He would occasionally set the rock down and go over the staff with his hands, brushing the debris from the end. He cut some marks in a couple of places that looked like he wanted a good handhold.

And then when he was done, he stood up and started spinning the staff through the air, jabbing and twirling, the very picture of one of Robin Hood's merry men.

It was pretty darn cool.

Day Forty-Nine

If this ant had been a celebrity, I'm pretty sure I would have gotten decked. He did NOT want his picture taken and did his best to hide.

I took it anyway. I'm a good paparrazo. (The picture's more interesting if you click on it).

Day Forty-Eight

Remember that somewhat gloomy, ominous tower spike a few weeks back? Day seventeen? Well, those tangled vines were actually the wisteria before blooming. The tower is absolutely enshrouded in it and the vines are now in full bloom.

Isn't perspective interesting?