View from our hotel. The black schmutz is a result of crap on the window. – – Some of the wild dogs of Sofia, sleeping in the park. – –
Perhaps I’ve been to one-too-many museums, and that’s the reason why this next group of photos is a weensy bit artsy. Not artistic mind you, but artsy. The difference? One rhymes with fartsy. Rockerfeller Center (I think. I sometimes don’t pay proper attention to these things). Wardrobe malfunction, The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
I am a ball of frenetic energy this morning, folks (note to self: stop snorting Pixie Stix. Really). So I hope you’ll forgive me if I can’t sit down long enough to type a coherent post, but instead I offer you pictures! Lots of pictures! 1. Union Oyster House at night. – 2. Ask not…
Dear lord, Portland is a strange place. It’s somewhat reminiscent of Seattle, but smaller and stranger. My cousin describes it as what Seattle was in the eighties – a Pacific Northwest town full of artists and slackers and dreamers and lots and lots of rain. It reminds me so much of my home, but varies…
While Rand was once again showing off his public speaking skills (and meting out crazy doses of charm) I decided to roam around the city a bit. The only problem? Everything in L.A. is miles from everything else, nothing is within walking distance, and I didn’t feel like driving. Los Angeles is a terribly walking…
–I didn’t realize you could just walk into a drugstore and find them next to the panty shields. – – Taken at Rite-Aid, Portland, OR.
– Forgive me if this post isn’t funny. I swear, it isn’t my fault. I’ve been trying to shed a couple pounds before being squeezing myself into cocktail dress after cocktail dress (for wedding season is among us) and the first casualty of my reduced caloric intake in my sense of humor. There’s a joke…
Pride was a few weeks ago in Seattle, and while we really haven’t had much of a summer (as we’d been promised) it didn’t stop folks from stripping down, dancing in the streets, and being freely and gloriously exactly who they are. Rand and I popped down to see the parade and enjoy the festivities,…
This week’s blogger, Andre Gunther, is an expert in a field of which I know very little, but am still ridiculous passionate about: photography. And he’s been gracious enough to share some of his know-how. Read on for his tips on how to frame that perfect shot, hold your viewers’ attention, and maybe even capture…
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