Had I Not Written Anything, This Would Have Been a Wordless Wednesday
The birds are singing this morning and for the life of me I can’t figure out why. It’s chilly out, much more so than I’d care to experience. I’ve grown weary of layers. It’s dark and overcast and the smell of rain hangs heavy in the air.
Or on the ground.
The point is, it’s wet which gives the illusion that it’s colder than it actually is and I’m tired of being cold. Somewhere behind the darkness the sun is doing it’s thing. It’s difficult to be sure from this side of the clouds.
It is a Wednesday disguised as a Monday.
I got a new camera a few weeks back. New in this instance a completely relative term for the camera is every bit of 60 years old. Maybe 70. There’s not a lot of information floating around about the thing. (Quite possibly there is but I’m seriously too damn lazy to research it.) It’s an old box camera — a Spiegel Elf 120 — and as near as I can tell it was produced sometime in the 40′s. The picture above was the the first one snapped on it’s maiden voyage.
And now for something totally random….
This little girl makes me smile.
"I am Thug!"
And yes, those are Spidey high-tops. They are awesome!
