Originally uploaded by Michael-Ann
I don't have much to say... but I had to say something.
Every now and then Gman goes crazy and rewires/reconfigs/reorganizes (and many other "re-" words) the puters and gadgets in the house. I'll just tell you it ain't pretty, I generally opt to stand outside and watch from afar.
During the summer it is not uncommon to see a group of day care kiddies strung together and headed for the city park that is around the corner from us. Every time I see them, I can't help but think how curious they look, all the little kids close in height being led on a rope by some caretaker, like a little group of criminals on a chain gang.
Yesterday, I was surprised to see them go by and managed to grab my camera. By the time I got my telephoto lens mounted, they were well down the street from me. As I snapped off pics hoping for a focused shot, I had no idea what the group was doing. I was taken aback at seeing one of the children had fallen--looks like some kind of child torture.
Today I FINALLY got around to checking out this nursery located in the Historic Houston Heights. WOW! What a neat little place... amongst the many unique and beautiful plants are fountains and antiques and folk art stuff. I had a wonderful time browsing around.
I could not resist bringing home a few treasures from the place: some Thai Basil, a small sassafras tree, AND a hybrid thornless blackberry bush :-))
I think I have made a decision about school. How does a Bachelor of Fine Arts (studio) in Painting sound to you? I've always wished I had some formal training. I feel very self-indulgent with my decision. I've always had this feeling that art was not something I should consider a means for making a living, but G keeps insisting I should not think about having to make a living and go with this.
For my minor I'm still trying to decide: visual studies, marketing, or management.
It has been that slow creep from silent defense shields in place to tiny snippets of less awkward conversation sometimes accompanied by an o...