Little guy on my window right as today’s storm was rolling in.
June 30, 2011
Little guy on my window right as today’s storm was rolling in.
Picture of the Day
picture of the day
June 29, 2011
Mmmmm…. millet. Yep, that’s right, eatin’ bird seed.
June 28, 2011
Aah! Attack orchid! The pics from last weekend’s trip to the orchid society & Japanese garden are coming, it’s just slow going with the editing.
June 27, 2011
Oh, this part of summer–how I did not miss you. As result of Saturday’s orchid shooting, I am the proud (?) owner of 25 mosquito (or maybe mosquito, maybe something else bitey) bites on my left leg alone. Wtf, bugs? I don’t even eat sugar and haven’t had a banana in a month! You’re all supposed to glom onto sugar & banana eaters!!
Mental note: put Skeeter in camera bag alongside sunscreen and hair clip.
June 26, 2011
Toaster in repose.
June 25, 2011
Spent the day taking the new lens for a whirl at the American Orchid Society & Morikami Japanese Museum & Garden in Boca. These are quickie phone shots, but just the first glimpse I took of today’s shots was promising. This new lens was made for the type of detail work I love best.
June 24, 2011
Sweet! The ice cream maker attachment for my Kitchenaid stand mixer finally came in! I see a summer full of lactose indulgence-related pain and alternative frozen treat exploration in my future.
June 23, 2011
Yep, you guessed it…the hubby’s out of town, so I had a mushroom/butter/cheese/egg-laden dinner 🙂
June 22, 2011
Apparently I was feeling rather Grimace-y today. Yep, that’s me: in the car, midday, on a weekday, with a “junk” beverage.
June 21, 2011
Yesterday was my big man’s 11th birthday. I can hardly believe my Nembutal has gotten that old. And, like any neglectful dog mother, I forgot to make him wear a silly hat. I also let his big day pass with little fanfare… just new good for him food, which my junkfood-loving dog is not terribly happy with just yet. If he could speak English, I’m sure he’d say the only reason he ate it at all is because he’s starving. to. death. and we never feed him. (totally not true–the boys are on a diet and for the first times in their lives, a feeding schedule)
This is the saddest looking dog I have ever known, especially in front of the camera.
I mean, really. C’mon. Would it kill him to at least look at the camera? (possibly. I’m of the firm opinion that he does little to encourage me) You’d think I was in the business of dog torture to look at him. And I’m not–he should know after 11 years that I’m going to take the damn picture whether he wants me to or not, and if he would just cooperate, I would be done quicker.
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