from last friday:
::this morning i ran beneath a painter's sky, the clouds an impasto of mottled shadows and exaggerated luminescence. i love a moody morning, a robust storm brewing overhead, the pavement exhaling warmth and dampness.
::when i jog my usual lazy loop, i hit a street called "bliss" about 70% of the way through. most days i'm in a zone and it catches me by surprise, making me grin for the next quarter mile. mornings like today, though, i find myself straining ahead, reading each street sign in anticipation. aspen, bayberry, i'm almost there.
it tastes a bit like hope, doesn't it? i can't yet see it, but i know it's coming.
::filed under Disconcerting: an anonymous creature is bleating outside my window, its high-pitched trilling sound making me suspect we may be harboring an escapee from jurassic park. i'm going with baby velociraptor.
::from the nicyclopedia
Nancy (`năn-sē): design maven with a eurofunk bent; ingenious with photoshoots; also esoteric and articulate. see following proof of brilliance: exhibits a and b.
::i want to be a mum like lisa or ann, who'd never behold a flooded sandbox and admonish her kids don't you dare stick one toe in there, you'll be a muddy mess; who'd likely even clamber in beside them to play. i am relaxing by increments, but the going's so slow i'll have grandkids by the time i'm any fun.
::a few more images from last tuesday's shoot.
j&m are so sweet-tempered and calm, and i had such an enjoyable time photographing their quiet play. thank you, lisa, for allowing me a lovely morning with your girls.
happy weekend, all. be well.
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