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Both of these items occupy my bedroom at the current moment. Dwight is self-explantory, but the "Chickynugget" is my sister's. She gave it eyebrows with duct tape to give it "personality".
365/365 - I did it! 365 photos in a row. Didn't miss one photo. Was a long journey and I'm not sure I'd do it again, but it was interesting. I learnt a few things, took a few cool photos, and have a good memory now. This photo didn't really work out like I had thought, but that's maybe an example of the whole project haha. This is at the dark hedges in Ireland.
Yesterday, the foundation was all that had been complete. Today, prefabricated concrete walls, some with windows already in, are in place.
Day 155 of 365.
"Look! There's a dog and a cat in the picture."
"Where? I don't see it."
"Right there! That's why I thought you picked this for your photo of the day."
155/365 #365project
****@*#$^@#*$^@#(I can't decide if this should be rightside up or upside down. It's constantly changing. WHAT DO YOU THINK!?!?! both in comments... :D loveyouall.
Cherry blossoms and a thirsty pigeon downtown.
I've never seen pigeons sip from these water fountains but this must've been a thirsty one...
Day 345 of 365.
Dear Quincy,
Welcome to 14.
Thank you for getting your homework done today. Grit and resilence and pushing through will matter much more than you know.
Thank you for being willing to chuckle at the goofiness displayed by your parents. You are, indeed, our Q ball.
Thank you for being a good soul. I know because young kids and dogs gravitate towards you and that is because you are warm and kind. You also speak their language.
We love you.
Happy Rice Krispie Treat Day!
Love,
Mom and Dad
PS: You have the same birthday as Prince, RIP.
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estaré posteado algunas fotos de mi nuevo proyecto 365. más fotos en marianeladiazcardozo.tumblr.com
y caracas me recibió de nuevo, con su luz vespertina y unas nubes pintadas. no deja de hacerme sonreÃr. es fascinante observar los ritmos ajenos, los contornos. a veces me siento un poco como una voyeur urbana. porque la cosa no es necesariamente con la gente, es con las ciudades, que son mujeres con vida propia, que se contonean. y yo las miro, las miro respirar.