she belongs to my son. one night my son left her in her ball & went to bed. He had forgotten she was out. the next morning i found the ball at the bottom of the stairs & it was open. I yelled for my son & he bolted down the stairs in front of…
backlit cows
i was lucky to come across these cows during the golden hour.
madusa’s head
there is nothing soft about this plant.
i love all the blue
and a wee bit o’ green. my daughter laughing.
time traveling photography
time traveling photography.
time traveling photography
a bit like Grace Kelly here… give me a minute, hold on a second, i’m running out of time, this is taking hours, time flew by, i don’t have time, wait a sec, just a few more minutes, give me more time, i can’t find the time, time flies, where did the time go, hold…
ice see you, my hot husky
yesterday i found that a child o’ mine left the freezer door open…God only knows how long. It was, however, long enough to turn the ice into a solid chunk. I dumped it on the brick pathway & a large piece landed in front of my husky. Nala doesn’t care for ice…normally. She was hot….
have i gone mad?
or is this mirror filthy?! i found the mirror at the thrift store for $30. it had been painted an ugly brass color. i chose high gloss white for the frame, to put on the white walls of the studio. i have yet to buy straight edged blades to scrap off the paint… the cheshire…
the children’s paintbrushes shine
the sunlight lands hard on children’s paintbrushes, in the morning, & appears to set them afire.
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