penetrating the veil
looking into emptiness
The first of a series taken when we cleared out the living room in preparation for skylights. Ah, light.
(I may not be able to update exactly promptly this weekend; I'll be on my aunt's computer in Boston. My first time away from Damian. It feels surreal.)
I've been at this since late April. It seemed like time for a self-portrait.
roundabout and thataway
waiting in the wings
Where's my mommy?
Never do you feel quite as bereft after the age of ten.
they'll decorate anything
when the calliope stopped
On the Santa Monica Pier. (Everything I've posted the past few days is from the Pier, but this one is from the amusement park side of things.)
This is one of those pictures I don't know if anyone will like besides me, it's so chaotic. Which is what I like.
at the end of the pier
at the edge of the world
even princesses grow up
white not white
ghosts through the reeds
like a department store only not
Waiting for fun.
I think they mean it
So can I get out this way or what?