And that makes me feel even more like a voice in the wilderness.
Never mind, I still talk to the walls when nobody’s home. (I love that I live with someone who talks to everything. It means that, even if I’m crazy, I’m not the only one.)
The good news is that I ventured out into the world instead of continuing to be vaguely self-pitying, and got a chance to take this picture – which was spectacular, in the real world, and one of those things that makes me think I should carry around a good camera ever.
And this weekend was Honk! Which is filled to the brim with circus people and brass bands, and I believe that it needs to happen more often. Or have bagpipes. Either way. (Emperor Norton’s Stationary Marching Band is perhaps the most wonderful marching band in the Northeast.)
I am a little confused about why the houseplants are in focus and the sock is not. I think I may have asked too much of my photographic tool. However: this is both my favorite part of the sock, and the bit I hate most. I like the sculptural potential of the very beginning of a sock toe.
Also, if you remember, remind me that the rain brings forth great harvests of grapes – and everyone loves to lean on the fence and eat them. I love it when the neighborhood smells like grape candy.
Actually, the image that I want, the one that includes this building, requires some kind of crazy panoramic camera. I wonder if you can still get a disposable version. But this one’s not bad, for something I snapped on the sidewalk on my way to work.