Ripped Apart

Back in my Borders days, there was, in our break room, a white board.  I'm not sure how it started, or who started it (although I suspect it was Mattseph), but we got to writing questions up on that board.  And, of course, answers.

Someone would write,

Which literary character do you most admire?

or

What is your favorite word?

or

What is the flight speed of an unladen swallow?

and then the rest of us would write our answers.  It was fun, and it was a fun way to learn more about one another (especially once you got good at recognizing handwriting).  One day, someone wrote

If you were a fruit, what would you be?  Why?

(Needless to say, "banana" went up more than once.)  (as it were.)

I thought long and hard about that question, and at last I answered:

Pomegranate.  It's a pain in the ass to get to the good stuff, but totally worth the effort.

what's not to love?

Levityation

Goofing Off: just one more in a long list of Adult Privileges...

The Good, the Bad, and the Best

Happily for me, it was once again raining today, so I set out to recreate the shot that I thought was going to be yesterday's shot.  The good news?  I like this version even better:

Who needs roses?

The bad news?  I took another shot that I really liked, and when the time came to process, I found that I could not choose between them.

Implied Narrative!

The best news?  It's my project, and my blog, and I'll post two photos if I want to.

(I'm an adult!)

Happy Accident

It was raining again today (not super shocking in the PNW, although you wouldn't know it from the freakish winter we've been having), and one of the nice things about rain is how absolutely lovely it makes everything, both before, during, and after.  Light, especially, seems to do well with a good rain bath.

'Round about sunset, maybe an hour after the rain had stopped, I was walking towards the rock gym and admiring the gorgeous play of pale gold and paler blue in the sky above me.  Although I'd already taken "today's photo", I whipped out my phone in an attempt to capture the clouds.  And by whipped out, I mean fumbled around with it because I was wearing gloves and waiting to cross at the crosswalk.  To my frustration, however, through the screen the whole scene appeared so blown out I couldn't see any color at all.  I'd have tried again, but in that moment the cross light turned green, so I tucked my phone away and chalked it up to, "You can't get good sunrise/set shots with your phone."

As it turns out, somewhere in my fumbling I must have hit a setting, because the reason I didn't capture any color was because I'd taken a black and white photo.  Which I discovered when I finally looked at it, three hours later.

And damned if I didn't like it just exactly the way it was.

Unprocessed, for a change.

The Traitor

Which came first, the betrayed or the betrayer?

Delilah the Dane

The world may never know.

Lacking

The sunrise this morning was gorgeous, but unfortunately iPhones simply were not meant to capture the glory of sunrises.  So rather than the beginning of my day, you get the end of it:

What we have here is a distinct lack of calluses.

My hands are in agony right now, because after six weeks off from climbing, you pretty much lose all your calluses.  And until you get them back, your hands are pretty unhappy with you.

(My hands are pretty unhappy with me; I'm dreading the shower.)

Isis, Ice Baby

Turns out Isis delights in the snap of puddles every bit as much as I do.