In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: A Face in the Crowd. The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough. —Ezra Pound Advertisements
I’m worried about myself. I sort of pledged to myself that I wouldn’t be doing any 365 challenge crap ever again but that’s exactly what I appear to be doing. Fortunately, there were no witnesses to my pledge, and dead men tell no lies the cat doesn’t talk. So here’s another week’s worth of a
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Sweet. Stating the obvious: my sweet kitty is a sweet kitty.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Sweet. Not much of a photo but clever, right? The sweet sixteen.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Sweet. My interpretation of this week’s clue is even looser than usual (not to be confused with loser, though the latter also incidentally applies). I don’t know what’s sweet about solitude and the picture doesn’t even capture solitude (there were plenty of people around), but I make a
Last week has been uneventful, much as my entire life. Thanks the universe for that. I hate everything but eventfulness especially. I have captured each non-event of each uneventful day in one non-picture.
I’ve complained earlier of having been unanimously by one out of one vote appointed the concierge. I’m still hating it, faithful to my principle of hating everything and everyone. A more appropriate word for concierge is the janitor, which is an all-in-one function, rolling into a single person an administrator, an electrician, a plumber and
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Tour Guide. If I liked something about where I live, which I don’t, it would be the sheer ugliness of the place. When I see death and decay, I know I’m home, sort of.