My big cat is a big climber. I love it how her fur shines in the sun.
On the train. I’m so lazy and bored. At least I’m wearing my Mary Poppins shoes.
This is how it looks when it’s windy. Everything is a blur.
My husband commented that my new shoes looked Mary Poppins style. Do they?
Literature is organised violence committed on ordinary speech.
I spent half an hour shooting at this house’s front lawn. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had called police.
I wish you could feel from the picture how awfully cold it was despite the sun.
A remnant of my youth. I don’t wear these anymore.
Needles that don’t prick. Are they even needles? They don’t look like leaves…
Ella and me together. I grew fur on my arm to be closer to my cat. See?