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Quiet this week. Cooler air, but not quite autumn. Life in abeyance. Indeterminate time. After so long, as though I should be getting ready for classes. Moby spending a lot of time on the balcony. We have gone to a couple of open houses, knowing full well we are in no place to actually make that kind of outlay. Just looking, being nosy.
Replaced our aging camera, it having suffered a few too many drops (some onto concrete) with a shiny new one. Moby already thinking we take waaaaaaay too many photos of him. Sheesh.
Labels: just whining, Moby




4 comments:
That first photo (ie Moby) - speaks volumes.
dreaming isn't always bad. You can say "that would be nice- but we're happy as we are"
That's an amazing shot of Moby, Z! He looks suspended in mid-air, just floating above it all.
Great photo, even greater subject.
trou,
Most of it in catswearing.
gz,
Yup. Wouldn't have it any other way.
Crow,
good camera helps.
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