Saturday. The way it's meant to be.
And a look into what seems to be my obsession with old windows.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Day One Hundred Four
Pencils...
A girl in the after-school care program where I work wants to be a wildlife photographer when she grows up. We were "talking shop" and she was telling me that sometimes there doesn't seem to be anything interesting enough to take a picture of. I told her that I often feel the same way. When I do, I have to take something very ordinary and try to find a way to make it interesting.
The next thing I knew, I heard the pencil sharpener whirring way more than usual. I watched this fifth-grader arrange these pencils in a can and use her point and shoot (which she got for Christmas) to "make it interesting".
She did a good job. I asked her if she minded if, since I still had to take a picture for the day, I used her idea...
Day One Hundred Three
A beautiful morning fog was clearing from the neighborhood and gathering around the foothills of our niche in the Cascades.
Some days, one just doesn't tell the story.
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