Tag: 52 weeks 2011

week #19/52: future Sims-neighborhood-building enthusiast

He’s more like his mommy than he knows. 🙂

week #17/52: reward

Please pardon my abrupt absence. I *officially and completely* finished the second draft of my novel a couple weeks ago (!!!), and then promptly ran off with my boys to northern Michigan for a week of fun! 😀

week #15: boys at the seaside

This was a small series of photos I found within other larger landscape photos I took in England. Most of these I hadn’t even known were there until I super-zoomed in and found these little candid moments that I never would have caught otherwise.

week #14: welcome to Wanborough, please drive carefully!

60 mph, white knuckles, barely enough room for two cars! 90-degree turns in the city, where I swear, people are not heeding the 30 mph speed limits! And if you were ever worried about driving on the left side of the road, or going through 

week #13/52: hideout

There is no story for my photo this week. (And by the way, I’m sure anyone following this will have noticed that I’m hopelessly behind in my weeks, with little chance of ever catching up – and I don’t really care.) Last Friday, I passed 

week #12/52: how to stand

This week’s excerpt is actually a title, from my in-progress collection of stories and poems: How to Stand on Your Hands *** notes: And so I went on a quest for the ultimate mangled dandelion. And I took a damn lot of pictures of them 

week #11/52: Easter eggs

Jodie was reading on the couch when Piper burst into the apartment, bringing the wind with her, smelling of dried leaves and the crispness of fall. Hayden followed behind her, tall and nervous. Jodie made men nervous. She didn’t know why. Piper ran up the 

week #10/52: grow

“It’s summertime,” she said, clutching her arms tighter as it started to rain. “We’re always busier in the summers. The new shop, and Charlotte’s about to have the babies. I have a lot on my mind. I’m not mad.” He sighed. “Of course.” Though he 

week #9/52: fallacy

Amelia came home to an empty house, and Drew’s absence from it felt unsettling. Coming home to him was a comfort she never realized until he wasn’t here. They didn’t officially live together, except that most of the time, they did. He’d even taken up 

week #8/52: the drain pipe

*kind of a long excerpt this week* It was a concrete drain pipe, discarded and long forgotten at the side of the creek. She came over, bundled up like a marshmallow in canary yellow, and he was too, in dark green. Snow melted in patches