I love the roots of the trees. They remind me of gnarled, arthritic fingers.
Places like this exist even in suburbia. You just have to hunt a little harder for them sometimes.
Friday, April 30, 2010
A Place of Serenity.
I love the roots of the trees. They remind me of gnarled, arthritic fingers.
Places like this exist even in suburbia. You just have to hunt a little harder for them sometimes.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Celebration Week: The Object, Subject, and Dream
My first book signing at Barnes and Noble Bookstore this weekend. This week's photos are a tribute to that celebration.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Celebration Week: Ready and Waiting
My first book signing at Barnes and Noble Bookstore this weekend. This week's photos are a tribute to that celebration.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Celebration Week: Centerpiece
My first book signing at Barnes and Noble Bookstore this weekend. This week's photos are a tribute to that celebration.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Celebration Week: Something Sweet
My first book signing at Barnes and Noble Bookstore this weekend. This week's photos are a tribute to that celebration.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Celebration Week: A Little Bubbly
My first book signing at Barnes and Noble Bookstore this weekend. This week's photos are a tribute to that celebration.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
The Cherry Blossoms Over the Tidal Basin
I actually do live here. Well, right outside here. 20 minutes on a normal day. 3 hours on a spring break/cherry blossom festival day. This beauty lasts only about three days a year. Don't blink.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Our daffodils are up. I'm not a huge fan of the daffodil. It's not the prettiest flower. The colors are kinda blah, and the yellow is almost impossible to photograph well, and when you cut them they ooze sticky, gooey sappy stuff. BUT: they come out before anything else dares to bloom, braving the real possibility of snow and ice (I've seen many die an early death), to give me hope that summer is around the corner. Even though the woods around are bare, the ground brown and soggy, those sunny flowers are up.
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