My.Third.Eye Photography

Cat with Bag and Crescent Moon

I've done almost everything I can think of to keep from starting work today. Maybe if I hadn't made such an efficient "Sunday To Do" list late last night, I wouldn't have overslept until 9 a.m. and then avoided looking at the list until, well, it's 12:55 p.m. and I still haven't looked at it (which I don't really need to do anyway, since I know what's on it).

The only avoidance tactic left is to post a blog photo (since I just unloaded the dishwasher AND the sink drainer, and ate and washed those new dirty dishes, and researched a bunch on "ozone and oxidation" therapies, and did my daily write with Ms. K in NYC, and responded to her write from yesterday, and read every email I had including spams, and perused Flickr friends' sites, and oh....YOU know, Procrastination Land).

Oh I know. How about another Cat Shot? This one uses lots of negative space, and since I just curated a mini-exhibition that emphasizes the use of black negative space, for a site on Flickr called Shade (with an accent over the e, so it's pronounced Sha-DAY), it's appropo (for me if not for you). My mini exhibition (nine photos by other people, one by me), will be featured on Shade between Dec. 1st and 15th - so that's, um, starting on Wednesday. Here is the link to Sha-DAY: LINK.

 

 

 

Thanksgiving Colors

As my mother used to say, "The hurrier I go, the behinder I get." Which is why I haven't been posting much to either of my blogs (this one or My Great Breast Cancer Adventure).

But I seem to blog in waves. I get bursts of energy around it, and so I manage to keep them going despite the fact that Facebook and Twitter seem to be usurping much of the "social technology activity" now. Blogging, which a couple of years ago seemed so cutting edge, is beginning to feel antiquated. Too many words! God forbid we should write more than a few pithy sentences or, better yet, a string of acronyms.

As for paragraphs, huh? What are those? Nobody knows. OMG, they are vanishing along with fully spelled out words.

BTW, I am writing this on the day after Thanksgiving. The color of these leaves reminded me that there's still a whole pumpkin pie in the kitchen, because I had the foresight/wisdom/intelligence to get (as in buy not cook) two of them from Canyon Market. I did however whip my own cream. LOL   Oooooh, is that breakfast I hear calling? It has a cinnamony, nutmeggy, gingery sort of a voice, with a dollop (really big dollop) of creaminess.

It still feels holiday'ish to me today, even though Jack has gone off to work and I am about to plunge back into the Writing Salon website update, which I've been up to my ears in for well over a week now. Wish me luck on getting it finished before next year arrives!

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