I need some help deciding between two images. Please, decide for me. Send your friends over to tell me what sucks and what doesn’t. Send your dentist. Send your dogs, cats, ferrets, pigs, and personal chefs! Really, I just need help deciding between the two images. Which one do you prefer?
Here are a couple of friends from faire. These ladies are in the guild next to ours. The purple blouse? I gave that to L. I could never get the chestal region to fit quite right so I passed it along and L made it work. I love when that happens!
After court a few weeks ago, King Arthur and I went to Balboa Park to see the pirate exhibit at the Natural History Museum. It’s there until September, so get your hiney out to San Diego and see it. It’s impressive! (They didn’t allow photography of the exhibit, so no photos of any of it.) We took a short break at one point and had snickerdoodles. KA did his best Cookie Monster impression, as depicted below.
Then there’s the obligatory shot of the California Tower in Balboa Park. From any angle, it’s an impressive structure. I just had to capture it.
And finally, as I was sitting on a park bench, I was faced with a serious, philosophical question:
My answer: I don’t know. But, I keep going. That’s what I do. I move on. I move forward. I move. I just keep swimming because that’s what Dory told us to do.
She’s a lovely, happy, and active queen. Makes faire fun and exciting!
…and managed to get into the chair to edit a few photos from the end of April.
I have a few more photos in the works, but I’ve been a bit distracted as King Arthur and I prepare the house for the arrival of Little Dude. He’ll be here for the entire three day weekend. YAY!
Okay, the item in the photo is indicated by the white arrow.
And now you know.
I’ll try to come up with more “guess what this is” posts if you’re up to playing them. Once a week sound good?
He’s a handsome boy and he knows it
Because this is what I get when I go out in the backyard.
I know I’ve posted photos of the oranges I picked before and this looks like I’m just bragging, but C’MON! These are like sunshine you can touch and taste.
Sorry. Spent an evening with one of the sexiest men alive and my mind went a-wandering.
He sang “Hallelujah” during his encore. Think he did four or five songs for the encore. Solo. It was amazing.
Don’t know who Ryan is? Try this song (which he did NOT play at the show, but everything else was so good it didn’t matter):
Opening the show was honeyhoney. Lead singer Suzanne gave me a copy of their CD and I fell in love with the band even more.
I like “Angel of Death” but I think my favorite is “Don’t Know How”
Don’t get me wrong, I like their livelier stuff, too! But these two songs just kill me in a way I can’t explain.
Super special thanks to The Fat Guy for being the one to first introduce me to the music of Ryan Bingham years ago.
LD was over yesterday and he helped with a few projects around the house. He helped me get a couple of trashcans separated (the one was so heavy, it took both of us to pick it up), helped water all the plants in the backyard, and he helped me pick some of the tangerines I couldn’t reach.
He was sent home with a bag of them. And he took a tomato cage, too. He’s turning it into a Christmas Tree for his room.
We also worked on some beading (thanks to Pam) and listened to Christmas music (thanks to Patti). Mr. Creative came up with a very smart way to get one of the bracelets we were working on to fasten properly. Clever kid.
Dad felt good, I wasn’t dead on my feet, and LD was funnier than ever. At one point, I couldn’t stop laughing. In other words, it was a good day.
And now for those tangerines. This particular version has seeds. In fact, I was surprised that one of the small ones had three seeds in just one slice! Go figure. The last batch from the other tree — well, you’d be hard pressed to find even one seed in the entire thing. No matter. Both types are delicious!
Bird of Paradise. Kind of a photographic cliche, but definitely one to revisit regardless. Bold colors, slightly masculine parts, definitely feminine parts, otherworldly. How else would you describe it?
I couldn’t resist a B&W version of this feminine view. A little darker. A little more sensual. Just the ticket.