As soon as we lay eyes on each other we were in love. Now, you’re not such a little labby any more as you were then, but you still feel like velvet. Happy first birthday my mountain lion. I am so lucky to have you in my life.
Love and hugs (yes, I hug my dog), your person
I was so pleased to see that Johanna, from one of my absolute favorite photo blogs to follow, has done a Q&A regarding her photography. I’m drooling over all her stunning portraiture once more and realised I really should need to start shooting in manual, instead of just sticking to aperture priority.
Maybe I should stop being so afraid of the camera and just shoot. Got nothing to lose, right?
How did you make the terrifying jump to shooting in manual? Do you shoot in manual?
Today I’m sharing a dirty little secret. And some good news too…
Friends, I’m free. I’ve been free for an entire 2 months today.
I might have had to use some Zyban from my GP to get through it, but I did it.
What matters, is that I did it. I finally did it. And it makes me so incredibly happy. (Man. I hated myself for not being able to quit.)
I’ve done it. I’m alive.
You might congratulate me in the comment section. You might not. It’s totally okay. I was never suppose to do it in the first place – hence no congratulations is in order.
I broke free. I am Salomé and I am a non-smoker.
*The hubs snapped this one
Round about this time every year, I get a wonderful reminder of these beautiful little things that sprout up like weeds. I don’t quite know what it is about cosmos that I love so much, whether it’s their free spirit or simplicity. It could be the fact that they seem to take over the landscape without prior notice, only to suddenly disappear and be forgotten for another year.
2004: Nine or ten o’clock at night. Cell phone rings briefly. Very briefly. Stops ringing before I could answer the call. Hmm. That means Jono’s at the gate. Runs out. But uh. There’s no one… wait. What’s that in the gate? (I had previously mentioned how much I adore cosmos.) Now why would he leave something in the gate? Where’s his car? Oh man. Bummer. I really wanted to see him. With the rather large collection of cosmos a note:
“Was thinking of you, sleep tight.”
{Taken on a Sunday drive. Quite possibly the best shot of my life.}
