It hasn’t been too cold this weekend, so I’ve been dragging my toys outside for pictures. I can’t wait for Spring and all of its picture goodness! Dinner with a girlfriend tonight because a rant and catch-up session is due, except that it’s the Sunday night before Valentine’s Day, so restaurants are going to be a red sea of Valentine couples all sporting their PDAs. Just please finish your food quick and get a room. Thanks!
It’s playing in the background. I’m speechless.
My brother repaired all of my corrupted Boyz II Men concert photos. :) I tried to repair them myself with two different recovery programs but neither worked. And just as I almost lost hope and came to terms with losing these photos, my brother came to save the day. Thank goodness for brothers.
I can express everything somehow, someway, through photographs and a few words. And when I do, I feel renewed. Expression is a healer. Just now, I shot an infection dead with my camera. No room in my life (or in yours) for toxics and sour grapes and molds and weeds and cancers, etc. Get rid of them.
My childhood toys were all about dollhouses and Polly Pockets. Nothing can compare.
This is what you do when you have an empty high school washroom to yourself. Take an emo picture.
I’m happy.
I will be in Calgary from Wednesday to Friday for business and then in Montreal from Monday to Wednesday for business. I’m excited and stressed. I’m almost bipolar. You know how many times I’ve said “I’m going to ditch A Photo A Day this week because I’m too busy”? Like every day. But I just can’t! I’d rather have weak photos for a few weeks than ditch altogether.
She’s always wondering what I do with the pictures I take of her and I’m always too lazy to explain. Too complicated in Chinese.
I mean, I wish I am a superhuman and my super power is that I never make mistakes.
