Friday, January 13, 2006

My camera has more than one setting.


It's Friday afternoon.



If we were in love, we'd find random city gardens in the middle of winter. I'd crawl into the flower beds, not caring about the mud on my freshly washed jeans, and we'd take uninspired pictures and call them art.


It's raining.



Is it strange that every time I pass this tree, I wonder to myself if it's jealous of the other trees in the park? (The squirrels don't seem to discriminate.)

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