22 October 2009
Paper bag player
I'm feeling a little unsure of what to say this morning, what colors to share. It was a good walk to work yesterday morning- I found a copy of Rebecca, which I've been sorely lacking. It was a good walk home yesterday evening- a small boy, careening wildly down the sidewalk, mastering the art of the bicycle was shouting "You might want to watch out!" to anyone vaguely in his path, as his father huffed behind him, proudly. I had my photo taken yesterday, by a very gracious lady photographer. As she was snapping away I squirmed awfully and my eyes welled with tears. I am truly panic-stricken in front of a camera.