Scrivener January 13th, 2009
Eldest has been sick for most of 2009 so far. I took her to the doctor and we spent a couple of hours in the waiting room and then waiting in the exam room. Good news: she doesn’t have strep. Bad news: she doesn’t have strep, so no antibiotics to clear it all up quickly.
Scrivener January 5th, 2009
Went driving around on a rainy night and took a bunch of shots through the windshield.
Delayed posting due to technical difficulties with my internet connection.
Scrivener January 3rd, 2009
1.2: Youngest’s crush, originally uploaded by Scrivenings.
Youngest has had sorta a crush on this boy for a really long time.
Scrivener January 1st, 2009
1.1: Sidewalk, streetcar, dance a goofy dance, originally uploaded by Scrivenings.
I took this shot of Youngest a couple of weeks ago at her birthday party, but just finally processed it today. I’m starting anew with project 365 for 2009. I’m going to go back to the less strict version, where I simply have to post a photo of something each day, not necessarily a self-portrait. Hopefully, there will be some selfies along the way, though I’m still a little burnt out on them, to be honest. I plan to try to keep myself posting daily, but to be very lax about any of the other rules in order to do so. We’ll see how it goes.
Who else is going to be doing the project this year? For the last couple of months, I’ve been pretty well out of the blogging loop, but hopefully I’ll catch up some soon.
Scrivener August 1st, 2008
1. 7.1: The juniper bends as if you were listening, 2. 7.2: Oh wake me please when this is over. Oh when the ice is melted away, and the hunger returns, 3. 7.3: Armed with this small butterfly net, I will face the world alone and never be lonely, 4. 7.4: Waitin’ for the fireworks, 5. 7.5: Swinger, 6. 7.6: This kind of day, 7. 7.7: horn o plenty, 8. 7.9: Naked, 9. 7.10: Diploma, 10. 7.11: Bedtime reading, 11. 7.12: I’m growing up & getting straight, moving forward so look around. But what a mess we’ve gotta make to get there, so look around, 12. 7.13: Head Down, 13. 7.14: Gentle impulsion, 14. 7.15: While it’s still free, 15. 7.16: Cowboy in flames, 16. 7.17: All these thoughts that fill my head begin to grow, 17. 7.18: The Blob, 18. 7.19: Let’s be still, be still for awhile, 19. 7.20: Margarine melodie, 20. 7.21: Me, 21. 7.22: Treated polaroid, 22. 7.23: Thinking about what makes a man an outlaw or a leader, I’m thinking about power, 23. 7.24: First read-through, 24. 7.25: Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse, 25. 7.26: Dinner, 26. 7.27: Treasury of the Familiar, 27. 7.28: Blame me, I will wear it in the empty hollow part of my Garden, 28. 7.29: Brave lady could see me in the darkness, 29. 7.31: Boy in bubbles
Created with fd’s Flickr Toys.
Scrivener July 19th, 2008
Eldest explains death to Youngest: “You see, once you are born, you stay alive until you get too old or until you get hurt really badly or until you get seasick.”
(She later explained that she saw on the American Girl movie that you can get really sea sick on a ship and die.)
