The heat and humidity have been woven together in a sloppy, course manner. The fabric reminds me of a really ugly curtain that you would find in some old cat lady's house. I wish I could cut it with a knife. As I walked by the remains of Paco this morning (an old pinata from a party), I open my gate and take a pause. The air feels slightly fresher, cooler. Sometimes mother nature is such a tease...I don't want to get my hopes up.
In other news...today I have thought of some words I like, or rather things I like, and would like to take photos of.
today's words:
lampshade
doorknob
crossword
blueberry
street lamp
starfish
sunset
sewing machine
armchair
old records
Now all I need is a holga.
1 comment:
" ...remains of Paco... " AW, poor Paco. I miss him.
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