A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
Yay, I finally got un-lazy and unraveled the mystery of how to get pictures off of my "new" camera without purchasing an outside memory card reader. In the process I also discovered that the model comes in pink. I was disappointed.
My front yard would like you to know that fall is here.
A body of water near my house that, somehow, manages to look a lot more magical in person. I imagine it has to do with the movement that the photograph can't quite capture.
I love my fuzzy, over-exposed kitty. ♥
blockycurvature and I went to Narrow's Plaza Bowl in University Place, which happens to house my favorite arcade in the whole wide universe. We discovered this amazing advertisement while bowling. By amazing, I mean terrifying. wtf is up with the cat's neck, srsly?
Another shot of the decidedly less magical in pictures body of water.
Honey Spice Cake I made tonight. It looks a lot prettier than it tasted. I'm never putting nutmeg in cake again, and I even halved it (the nutmeg) instead of following the recipe. :(
And yes, that is, indeed, paint stripper in a bag in the background. On the kitchen counter. This is where my neat-freak mother, who told my my room was "filthy" because my laundry basket was getting full, prefers to keep it, so I don't move it.
My front yard would like you to know that fall is here.
A body of water near my house that, somehow, manages to look a lot more magical in person. I imagine it has to do with the movement that the photograph can't quite capture.
I love my fuzzy, over-exposed kitty. ♥
blockycurvature and I went to Narrow's Plaza Bowl in University Place, which happens to house my favorite arcade in the whole wide universe. We discovered this amazing advertisement while bowling. By amazing, I mean terrifying. wtf is up with the cat's neck, srsly?
Another shot of the decidedly less magical in pictures body of water.
Honey Spice Cake I made tonight. It looks a lot prettier than it tasted. I'm never putting nutmeg in cake again, and I even halved it (the nutmeg) instead of following the recipe. :(
And yes, that is, indeed, paint stripper in a bag in the background. On the kitchen counter. This is where my neat-freak mother, who told my my room was "filthy" because my laundry basket was getting full, prefers to keep it, so I don't move it.