I love all your photos, but especially that top one. Are you using a digital camera? I also love that clock. What are the books stacked underneath of it?
Pics of New York soon...I'm not feeling bloggish today.
Affirmative on the digital! I just don't have the patience for all that developing. And having to pay for all those bad pictures just to get the one good one...ugh.
As for the books, there's a biography of James Boswell (the biographer of Dr. Johnson, the writer of the first English dictionary), Scarlet Slept Here ( a book about all the literary places to visit in the South), a scrapbook with no scraps in it (but with an antique-looking map of Iceland on it), and a coffee table book of Tibet, which serves as a quiet consolation to a semi-sedentary life.
"Yes, the way I feel about being a woman in the South is the way I feel about the oleander that blooms in June: though it's said that the sap, even brushed against one's skin, is toxic, I carelessly break the branches, stick the ravishing flowers into my hair..."-- Rosemary Daniell
What I'm Reading Now...
Savage Beauty, The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay
5 Things not left unsaid:
I love all your photos, but especially that top one. Are you using a digital camera? I also love that clock. What are the books stacked underneath of it?
Pics of New York soon...I'm not feeling bloggish today.
Affirmative on the digital! I just don't have the patience for all that developing. And having to pay for all those bad pictures just to get the one good one...ugh.
As for the books, there's a biography of James Boswell (the biographer of Dr. Johnson, the writer of the first English dictionary), Scarlet Slept Here ( a book about all the literary places to visit in the South), a scrapbook with no scraps in it (but with an antique-looking map of Iceland on it), and a coffee table book of Tibet, which serves as a quiet consolation to a semi-sedentary life.
Oh, and a very back issue of Vogue that is supposed to serve as inspiration to get dangerously skinny. Forgot.
I suppose I'm becoming haphazardly and disappointingly shallow as I move toward mid-life.
I would love to visit all the literary haunts of the South!
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