You can always find some of the coolest & quirkiest things in museum stores. A few from MOMA in NYC.
Magnetic Fridge Frames...........................................Moo o o Piggy Bank
Clote Velcro Key Holder........................................Campfire Votive Holder
Hugo, my beloved Nikon D80, came home last week. (Hurray!) NOT repaired. (Boo!) To make a long story short, Hugo was made at a Nikon factory outside of the US, and therefor considered to be a "Grey Market" product, which Nikon USA won't repair. (And yes, I'm very annoyed by this, but I'm not going to allow my blood pressure to be raised any longer on this issue. Moving on.)
Fall in Chicago is soon to be past, most of the leaves have fallen from the trees, and when I return from Denmark after being gone for almost two weeks, winter will be upon us. So after a morning of studying last Friday I decided to take a walk down to my local diner for some pancakes for lunch (theirs are amazing) and then explore an old looking building I frequently pass, often wondering what it was. (Turns out it's the clubhouse for a golf course nearby.) I came back a little dirty after traipsing through the mud caused by the morning rain but energized from being outside in the brisk fall air. (And yes, I was productive most (much...some) of the rest of the day.
...it means you have to show off your winter gear purchases via webcam/Skype instead.
Just got back from work a little bit ago. Although a 7am start time is early on a Saturday morning (especially when you've been up until almost 1am Skype-ing with friends), I still prefer the morning shift where I'm done and home again by late afternoon. Now that my study session has been canceled, I have the evening ahead of me. (I should still be studying.)
I came home from work to a chilly apartment. Chicago apartment living means I only partially control the heat in my place; I can turn the radiator on, but the boiler down in the basement has to have been activated in order to send the hot water to me three floors up. I've been told there are 5 or 6 temperature gauges around the building, which tell the boiler when it's cold enough outside to allow tenants to turn on the radiators. I realize I'm from Southern California and all but shouldn't 41F outside be considered cold enough to activate the heat? Apparently not cause I've been sitting here under a blanket as my feet turned to ice cubes.
And then I heard the noise. It sounded like rocks tumbling in a pipe. Over and over, rattling away, letting me know my feet won't be ice cubes for long. Cause apparently that's the noise radiators make. (Just checked the temperature, it's 39F. Forty degrees must be the magic number.)
This reminds me of my girl Audrey if she spoke French and was maybe a year or two older.
Oh, I can't wait to see her and hold her and smother her with kisses in just a couple weeks!
For all you men out there, remember this costume idea for next year.
(Image borrowed from THIS post)
Wishing you sugar and spice,
and everything nice.
Good food, good clothes,
good wine, good times
in gay ol' Pair-ee!
(Even if you are without me.)
Happy 31st, dear friend!
Some people have a signature sign off for their correspondence and for them it absolutely works and sounds cool, chic, effortless and meaningful. One friend of mine signs things, "Fondly, XXX" and another "Much Love, XXX." For years I've mostly used "Best, Kelly" as my sign off, but it's never felt like my signature sign off. I'm still on the hunt.
Today I came across a blog where someone signed off their post with "Love Wins, Ryan."
I LOVE this! Can I steal it? Or does that defeat the purpose of the signature sign off? It's just such a hopeful way to say goodbye. What do you write? Do you have a signature sign off?
He's supposed to return by November 24, following any necessary treatment he may need to get for his poor vision and inability to focus properly. I am hopeful that when he returns, he'll be all better and ready to go on many a winter walk with me, spying all sorts of things that will look especially nice in black & white. Let's say a prayer or three for Hugo's successful return (and by successful I mean that #*%$ Nikon will repair whatever the heck is wrong with it and get it back to me by that date because I fly out of the country a few days later and Hugo MUST be with me). Amen.
Before sending Hugo to the doctor Liz & I took a drive up north to Lake Geneva, Wisconsin this last Saturday where we enjoyed the fall colors, met her parents for lunch and secretly snapped a few shots of Liz & her brother, Mike, as a present for their father's birthday.
A walk around the town.
A Starbucks stop revived us after our walk and before our little photoshoot. (I recommend their new Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate.)
Liz's brother was having none of my suggestion that Liz throw leaves in the air.
Or any of the "Jazz Hands!" suggestion.
I always take a couple headless shots, 'cause I think it's interesting to see what you get with just body language.
