Friday, August 20, 2010

233: MISSING OUT

Dear NL,

I haven't been able to attend games night in years. Please plan your next one 2 weeks in advance so I can book the night off from work. I am saddened at how many games nights at your house I have missed. Do you remember that one year in university, when we beat everyone at Cranium? I still remember that night fondly, because our team was ON FIRE.

Sincerely,
Ms Arabomb-shell

Thursday, August 19, 2010

232: RED BOWS

I found these never-worn slippers in the hall closet. I didn't know the closet contained such fun items.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

231: NO HOPE

I am not having a good week.

230: UNWANTED

One man's trash is another man's treasure.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

229: CHINATOWN


I was supposed to get the day off today, but I woke up to find out that I was doing a closing shift instead. It was a really slow night, but I hate when people try to trick me into giving them free Oxycontin (that's the stuff that's hot on the streets right now).

Sunday, August 15, 2010

228: TALL TREES

At the park in New Westminister. I went for a walk during my lunch break, which was a big mistake - I should've stayed in the nicely air-conditioned store instead!

227: A LITTLE RACHMANINOFF

I need to get this piano tuned and to start learning some Rachmaninoff. My favorite piece by him is Piano Concerto No. 2 in C minor, Op 18 I: Moderato. Too bad I don't have an orchestra at my calling.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

226: GRANVILLE ISLAND

Ferry dock, Burrard Bridge, Aquabus, 9pm, dusk.
We had to wait half an hour for the bus - I amused myself by panning everything and everyone who came past me.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

225: LOVELY BOKEH


Bokeh: The subjective aesthetic quality of out-of-focus areas of a photographic image.

What are these plants called, because I really like taking pictures of them.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

224: WAVES OF NAVY BLUE

The consequences of wearing a uniform during high school - having to clean out my sock drawer. All those navy blue, knee-high socks had to go. I can't believe I kept these all this time, since most of them had holes and broken seams, and some of them were hand-me-down socks from my older sister, meaning that they are fifteen years old. Some have faded quite a bit from blue to gray. They have now been purged from my room.