PHOTO…what day of the week is it?
This is quite possibly my biggest Photo Friday failure to date. Not only did I post on a WEDNESDAY (Frednesday? Anyone?), but I don’t have much to draw from. Haven’t been shooting like I should. Someone is going to offer to take me somewhere beautiful soon. I can feel it.
This little bastard sits atop my car dash, ogling me while I drive. I’ve taken a few good corners and found him literally pointing his lens directly at me afterward. It can be a tad unnerving.
I have wondered if the wobbly peanut makers have a Writer Peanut as well, because the two should tango on my dash, battling for supremacy. Though Photographer is a fun guy, I’m pretty sure Writer wins. At least on my dash he does.
I’m ashamed to say it, but you can see the dust on my dashboard in this picture. Ah well, folly befalls us all every once in a while.
Anyway, enough of the Peanut.
Onward ho!
Anyone spot the pattern?
Yeah, I freaking love long, endless lines that trail off into the blurred ether of a photograph. They give me the warm fuzzies apparently, because I have taken pictures like this before. (Cool on Your (Castle) Island is one such location)
I suppose taking pictures like these is better than many other habits I’ve encountered; biting your toenails, flicking (or worse) your boogers, masterbating in public. I mean, geez! My habits are a breeze compared to those. Even the worst of them don’t compare; saying “belch” when I burp, saying “wedgie” when I remove one, saying “suck on my balls” when someone cuts me off in traffic, running with scissors…
You know, the usual.
This is a shot from the parking area of Great Brook Farm. We went to take a walk, but upon our arrival I turned to find my daughter out cold in the backseat. As a strange side effect of my maternal existence, I have found myself completely incapable of waking my daughter when it isn’t utterly necessary.
And she is adorable when she sleeps…and she’s a tad difficult when she’s tired, so…everybody won, really.
Though, I would have been able to take more pictures had I actually been roaming around the premises as planned.
Are those daisies?
I don’t even know.
The following picture was pretty interesting to me. Again, it is a self portrait, but it is more importantly, an advertisement against stealing.
This shop makes all of its clothing, so all the items within are one of a kind. Some asshat stole a few toddler sized dresses and is now the proud parent, aunt, uncle, father, or friend of a tiny little she thief, or at least that’s what it looks like.
I went through an intense shoplifting phase as a teenager. I learned the skill from a cousin, but then took it upon myself to perfect it. I had no doubt in my skill, I stole anything and everything my mind considered. I stole furniture by just walking out the front door with it over my shoulder for christ’s sake, I had no shame. I grew out of it around 19 for the most part, but even when I was in the throes of the behavior, I NEVER stole from privately owned establishments. Stealing from a shopowner is like stealing from your grandmother; someone is going to feel that loss (unlike Barnes and Noble, who factored shoplifting into their yearly budget).
I recently came into a strange frame of mind on the subject of theft. Hypocritical as it may be given my past, I am completely against it now. Not because it is wrong to steal from Home Depot, but because stealing something because you ‘don’t want to pay for it’, sends the message that you feel you can’t afford it. Well, if you and the cosmos believe it, it must be true.
So, just buy the damn thing and trust that you’ll have enough money to buy a thousand more.
“The Lawr of Attracshyun… I yam lurning to controwal the yuniverse with moi moind.”
Liiinnnnneeees, man. @_@
Good photos as usual. :3