
…with a photobomb by that thing it’s named for.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

…with a photobomb by that thing it’s named for.

Questionable form, but still, nice ride.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Emily Dickinson

It was a grubby-looking day, but a day by the seaside is a good day.
Perfection. And one of the most incredibly entertaining movies ever made. Truly. There’s nothing about it that I don’t love. Haven’t seen it? Shame on you. Rectify that immediately.

I see a few yellowing leaves, and some with some brown. That’s about as good as it gets in these parts. I’ll take it.



…with no filters used.

It must be attached at the tail.

Right out in the open! What is this world coming to?

…not because she minds spending time in her crate. But because she hates being left out. She has the worst case of FOMO ever.