New Year's Eve. This is not a hallmark of which I am particularly fond. It doesn't seem to correlate with anything. It is not the longest or shortest day nor even a day of equal light or dark. It is like throwing darts at a board. Thunk. OK. Call it New Year. Janus-ary.
"Let's stay up late and get drunk."
"I do that all the time."
"But everyone is going to be celebrating together."
All the more reason.
The sky is gray, the leaves are still. Eerily, not a bird or squirrel is stirring. The cat has not moved since I got up, not even when I put the food into her bowl. Dead silence. It makes me wonder.
Cool photo! And beautiful!
ReplyDeleteAnd so... different...!
Before you start thinking your work is too boring again... :-p
See you!
XXX!
You girl's just like it when I show penises. Well. . . some of the guys like it, too. Don't mean to be an old fashioned sexist. I'd much rather a metro. Or to come off as one, anyway. Keeping up with the times :)
DeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteBullshit, I have as much penises as I want to photograph!
ReplyDeleteFor some reason, women are reluctant to show things, men can't wait to push it in your... lens.
Don't mean to be an old fashioned sexits either!
:-p