Filmed another lovely wedding.
There were lots of fantastic little details, especially in the way people interact with their hands, but my favourite moment is when the pastor does a little tilt, mimicking the kiss between the new husband and wife.
Maybe you faked it, cause you had a convenient miscarriage when you got thrown out. Now you’re really pregnant, and the new guy is letting you stay.
It could have been me, they said. That was my first thought too. But I’m not weak and you’re not here.
Until last week, I still had your number in my phone, but to be honest, it was just so I could know not to pick up. Sorry I never called. I thought about it once or twice, when I wanted a person to play with cause so many songs sound better with a harmony. But I’m too good at coming up with reasons to be alone. If I saw you again, I’d ask how you remembered the chords of your friend’s song cause I can’t even remember the words to some of my favourite tracks. And if you ever recorded yourself singing a song for your old grandpa to see.
I still have that out-of-focus photo of us on the couch, looking into the camera, you on top. I’m probably never going to do anything with it.
Adopted another kitten from the Humane Society (and I wasn’t able to wait until the new year). When I went to go see him at the shelter, he jumped into my arms, started purring, and wouldn’t stop nuzzling my face. Even if he was any less cute, there’s no way I could have left him there.
He’s exactly what I was looking for: four months old, neutered, male, with a stubby tail. Cats with stub tails from shelters usually have their tails cut short because they’ve been run over by a bike, or caught frostbite, but on him there’s no sign of scarring so he was probably born with it.
I’ve yet to name him cause I want to see what kind of personality he develops first.
At this point, his respiratory infection led to sores and he was bleeding from him nose. That’s why he looks sort of sad and groggy.
When I got him, he had an upper respiratory infection and was infested with fleas. I kept him separated from Dolly for more than a week, but she still managed to catch both. Now she’s really grumpy and sick, and he’s completely over it. She also feels huge, because the little guy is so small right now.
He likes to sleep by resting his chin on my cheek, or lying right across my neck. I’m currently trying to change his sleeping patterns because he’s still a nocturnal cat and gets up in the middle of the night to lick my face. And because he’s a kitten who doesn’t know any better, he thinks Dolly is playing with him when she gives him a swipe in annoyance. There haven’t been any real scraps between them yet. More of a playful fighting, where Dolly gives as good as she gets.
He tries to sleep with her all the time, and Dolly is usually just too lazy to move away. I’m pretty sure this has helped her get used to having him around.
His tail isn’t buried under Dolly’s fat — that’s how long it is.
I wonder if I can be as good as Tiana and only write about him once a month the way she does with her son. But cats grow up so fast; they reach adulthood in one year instead of 18, so I’m more tempted to record him as much as possible when he’s so small and cute. I just don’t want to be a mommy blogger.
I somehow came across your work through morningdisc, a group of ultimate frisbee players in Brooklyn Prospect Park… not sure exactly how, but I really like your work… I hope to do something similar, blogging, sharing images, travel, etc.
I would like to ask you a bunch of technical questions, like do you use wordpress or how do you update while abroad… or what few words of advice you can give to someone who has never done this… anyway… your photography is great. Thanks!
Last day.
There was much left to do and see, but that’s all for another time.
Overlooking Chartres.