A new camera is like Christmas morning. Or birthday evening. Except that for 5 minutes I had it on some setting that made everything look like brush strokes instead of real life.
I'm rendering myself fuzzy.
Happy though. These pictures are all red and golden but trust that was the atmosphere and not the camera. I was taking pictures of everything even remotely interesting to look at.
I'm adding to my collection.
Hot as blazes in Frisco today. I went out for brunch pretty early then came home and draped myself over furniture trying to find a position that wasn't too steamy feeling. It was a sweaty dance. I gave up and hit the beach.
When it cooled down enough I went out to play pool.
Tonight I'm wishing more than ever that I lived in an Oakland high rise with a swimming pool on the roof. I'd be super brown and fit and well rested right now, instead of dreading another sweaty day.
All I can think of lately is an upgrade. I wonder if I'll ever stop wanting more? And if I did, would that just bore the hell out of me?
Probably.
Night.
you are the fuzziest.
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