Hangers On
These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
Some people play Candy Crush or Trivia Crack. I play with photo apps. Next week I’ll dredge up my real, true double exposures from my instax and post a how…
Over the last week, so, so much knitting has been accomplished in the wee hours. Antrorse is finished and blocked, it and my head wrap are waiting for buttons, and…
Just got back from running and hoped to knock out my 365 early- no late night uploads for me today. (Au Batido, 365 Day 133) This is the “poor man’s”…
It could be the sound of an evil, mastermind, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of a patiently prepared plan being, finally, executed. Or it could be the sound of…
This is blogging cliff notes. I’ll hit the high points: Coming home from camping I took this at a stoplight. I just couldn’t get over the color of the sky. …