A random image taken on the fly during my visit home last month. Something about the juxtaposition turned on my imagination. Don’t ask me to explain-I just liked the combination and slightly skewed composition of totally unrelated objects that somehow, through an alchemy of memory, beauty, and wishful thinking, made perfect sense.
Cityscape
I’m utterly fascinated by photographs of people reading. Always have been-well, as far back as I remember. For me, life is largely about words: it’s no wonder that I love reading culture in all of its odd facets. On the flip side, I have a history of becoming temporarily addicted to a newly discovered Tumblr blog. I’ll read the entire archive in one sitting, rapturously inform my husband of this new pet favourite like the nerd-girl I am, only to forget about it for months, if not years, to come. Today, I make this pledge: the cycle stops now, with Awesome People Reading.
Go here to find out why. You can thank me later.
Lillian Gish Reads (A Romance of Happy Valley, 1919). From Awesome People Reading.
Zizi isn’t reading in this picture, but she is lounging on the arm of the comfiest chair in my studio-library.
Look at those eyes!
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”-Jean Cocteau
“I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.”-E.B. White
Chicken condo
All of these animals belong to my friend Rebecca.
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”-Anatole France
I have so much writing and editing to do this weekend. My to-do list numbers in the dozens. Before I get the productivity ball rolling, I need to unwind. Today, this means Margaritas and silliness with my best friend. Check this space tomorrow for normal posts. Until then, I am unwinding.
Parrot on the shoulder, and one of my favourite wordsmiths on my chest.
“Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.”-Patti Smith
Margaritas
Who needs Grumpy Cat, when this kitten is in the house?
“Meow means “woof” in cat.”-George Carlin.
The lonely tree covered with a coat of snow, a snow coat. All dressed up with nowhere to go. Still guarding my window, whilst playing host to his new friends.
“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.”-George Santayana
Dogs are love. It is as simple as that. I defy you to look at Crosley and tell me otherwise.
My freckle-snouted cutie.
Cros warms my feet as I am writing, and fills my heart with love 24-hours a day.
Home is heading to Columbus for a few days. It’s hanging out with my baby brother and making stupid faces. In public.
Being stupid with my brother is what family is all about. Family=home.
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