I've been a lame blogger lately. Working several jobs at once, and a trip out of the country to my opposite time zone, followed by a wicked case of p-new-moan-ya, (emphasis on the moan, thank you very much) has kept me away from the keyboard.
I think I told you all, I sometimes drive my family crazy taking pictures? Trying to get just the right angle. Not only the colors, the shapes...but the feeling of what I'm seeing.
(I have 12 versions of this flower-filled, offering bowl. And those are the ones I kept.)
It's strange. I've noticed that when I can't get to the keyboard often enough, my pictures become much more elaborate. Almost like little stories.
Romantic.
And hopeful.
It's been a long, weird month (or two.) But the stories are there....
No matter how far I go, I can't stay away.
5 comments:
Fabulous pictures, J.! I love the stories they hold. (And I'm so sorry about the pneumonia - hope you're better now!)
I just bought a new camera and I'm set to take 5 billion photos this Christmas. I love your pictures, Jules :)
Thanks you guys!
I'm getting better every day, but slowly. The other evening my daughter turned to me and said in flat, scary voice: "I can't take it. Stop coughing. Stop coughing right now."
I snapped my mouth shut, then we both started laughing!
Yeah. I'm driving everyone crazy. Myself included.
Lovely photos! Now, go write the stories behind them...
Hope your feeling much better--if so the laughter did it. Fascinating photos--bet we each see different things in them.
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