Windsurfing on One of Ten-Thousand

Don't Judge

The Face of Evil

"Was it an immaculate conception?"

via Paradiso

I am tired of rain.

Dog Sitting Round Four

Meet Emery, the other Boston Terrier. Emery is also special. He used to live here with my housemates, so he's not afraid of them or the townhome anymore. But, Emery is quite afraid of almost everything else. Doors, guitars (as I learned), any loud noises, and people all give him the shakes. This is the best picture I could get of him because he is also afraid of me. I even tried bribing him with food, but it didn't work.

Skype Date

Good friends, good coffee, and good music.
Monday morning has never looked this good.

Dog Sitting Round Three

Meet Gertie, the Boston Terrier with quite a few special needs. Gertie was the runt of her litter. She is about half the normal size of most of her kind. She snorts often. So often, in fact, that one might confuse her for a piglet. Gertie enjoys eating paper products, such as tissues, paper towels, and toilet paper. Also, Gertie is deaf.

Major Award(s)

I think this looks like the special olympics logo. But I am flattered all the same.
But mostly I am excited about the Ryan Air vouchers.

Teacups of Varying Shades

Ah, church. Ah, tea.

Bellinzona Farmer's Market

Oh fer cheese. How will I ever leave this country?! What will I eat?!

Ideas

Pottery Shopping

Que Misterioso.

Chimes

My Life's Work

Static

This photo was taken at about 2:30 this morning. It was a clear night, but there was lightning in the distance and a static energy in the air. I opened my window and stuck my camera outside. This is what I got.

Sammy at 10:00

5:05

Monday tried to take my will to live.

But the good Lord saved me.

Dueling Pianos

Yes, please. I'll take them both.

Sizzle.

My weekend was so uneventful I resorted to photographing my dirty dishes. It was divine.

The Franklin Freeze

24 Flavors of soft serve, with combination option.

Meet Henry.

I have a plant too. But instead of suggesting stability, I think he is a symbol of my irresponsibility. All my past plants are. Benjamin died while with a plant-sitter over Christmas. Chris In the Morning tried to end his on life jumping off the window while I was in class. Henry loves me, though I neglect him, but I will have to abandon him soon. But I do love him. And the cool shadows he makes.

Como Park Zoo and Conservatory

This is the Conservatory bit. Clearly.

Wow.

"Thus, it seems reasonable to assume that group marriage will never become very popular."

At least I can laugh...

Disclaimer: This was NOT a morning photo.

As this was seriously dark chocolate, this photo was not taken in the morning. Although, on second thought, would that be so wrong?

We had a sisters'/cousins' night last night, in which we indulged in cioccolata densa, fondue, ice cream, and Johnny Depp. It was superb. :)

Also, by the time this photo was snapped, I was in a sugar coma. That should explain the quality of this particular image...

April.

I took these on Maddy's camera at the poetry reading...

The Significance of Plants

I feel as though when a person says, "Yes, I'm ready to have a houseplant," that what they really mean is, "Yes, I am currently established in my location and am therefore ready to have items signifying/legitimizing my commitment for the time being." Well, I now have a houseplant. At least for a while. It once belonged to my sister, but got a little neglected, so she handed him off to me. I hope she never does that with children (or her dog), but I'm okay with the plant.

Now, he just needs a name and a little water...

Wisteria

Listen to this.
Miriam made me some CDs
(which I think I will pass along to you someday, when I mail the stuff I have been collecting since, um, Ireland)
which is how I found this guy.
And I like 'em.

Someday when I am wealthy and a real adult with a real computer I am going to by myself photoshop. And I am going to be able to make the sky blue if I want. And make my photos look like I took them in spring light. Because I did. If it were not for the wisteria it would look like the dead of winter. Bleh. It might also help if I learned how to use my camera properly. Things for another time... with more time.

An Excellent Place to Sit and Think

Oh dear.

I need to begin the transatlantic crap relocation this summer...
This is where it starts.