In theory, I know that you don’t pick everything that you stumble upon, but in fact I can’t help it. Especially when it’s something so nice and fluffy.
This could be a sign of spring coming, except that the daises have been bizarrely blooming throughout the entire winter. Maybe that’s what daises do all the time, but it’s the first time I noticed.
Ella loves to hate my coat. See her evil eyes and dangerous claws?
Doesn’t the train look cute? I assure you that in fact it’s far from that. I’m going to offer this heavily photoshopped image to the local railway company for advertising.
How funny is it that I took my first ever photo of street life today in the morning and this photo challenge came up in the afternoon?
In response to WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life.
I wonder if it’s windows or ventilation. In either case, I think it’s ugly in a fascinating way.
My boots were originally not meant to be part of the shot. But I changed my mind.
Literature transforms and intensifies ordinary language, deviates systematically from everyday speech. If you approach me at a bus stop and murmur, “Thou still unravished bride of quietness,” then I am instantly aware that I am in the presence of the literary.
It’s finally thawing. I approve. And I just noticed we have a hole in the roof (see photo). I don’t approve of that.