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Frozen River
The rivers were mostly frozen this morning so I stopped for a moment by the Swannanoa to take some pictures on my way to work. Frozen rivers aren’t something you see too much of around here and they are weirdly … Continue reading
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Paperweight in the afternoon sun
At least the paperweight is warm. Or was, when this was taken. We seem to have Return of the Son of Polar Vortex going on here – Polar Vortex: The Coldening! – and since I’m tired and filled with self … Continue reading
Some Poor Sod
Today is my day off. I have spent an inordinate amount of time trying to get January’s photos organized and now they are all shopped and proper and up on ipernity. You can see them here, be impressed. Or not. … Continue reading
Tuesday
Tuesday, which was yesterday, I was also at work and it was snowing. It is remarkably difficult to capture falling snow on a cell phone camera, even a cell phone camera like mine, which, if we wanna get all real … Continue reading
Case of Mondays
Monday, which is really my Tuesday – ah retail, where the days of the week, much less holidays or all the other stuff the middle class enjoys, mean little. However! This is where I work, or, well, part of it, … Continue reading
38,700 words
38,700 words It’s my super power.
Selfie – In Bed
I was so tired when I got home from work yesterday – you would think by now that I would have learned I cannot go out on work nights but I still will do it and then bitch about paying … Continue reading
From One Thing to Another
Started out this morning with unexpected snow and ended up the day at a not entirely unexpected party, so all in all a damn good Saturday.
Terrible Picture of Clouds
Yup, this is in fact a terrible picture of clouds. It might not have been so bad if I had gotten out of the goddamn car, thus eliminating the dirty windshield smut everywhere. Windshield smut is more defensible when I’m … Continue reading
Dream to Remember
I dreamed I was telling a group of children a scary story. “Remember, you must be careful of the unchildren,” I said, “They whistle.” The unchildren. They whistle.
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