••• Friday, July 11, 2008
Life is a Box of Fridays
After a long muggy day of housework drudgery (me) and neighborhood negotiation (her), there's nothing like twirling the twilight at the playground.




The Swing Cam
Clever me, thought to shoot pictures while swinging. Initially I tried to aim and focus, but quickly I realized the danger. So then I just kind of hung on to the camera and the chain with the same hand, and clicked with wild a-random.





And then there is was the enchanting ride home. For some reason, watching my girl ride a bike puts the pedal to the mettle of my heart.

That's all I have. And I'm okay with it.
The Swing Cam
Clever me, thought to shoot pictures while swinging. Initially I tried to aim and focus, but quickly I realized the danger. So then I just kind of hung on to the camera and the chain with the same hand, and clicked with wild a-random.
And then there is was the enchanting ride home. For some reason, watching my girl ride a bike puts the pedal to the mettle of my heart.
That's all I have. And I'm okay with it.
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