I Can Only Imagine What It Might Be Like To Look Up And See A Zeppelin Drifting Overhead.

Your parents' house smells...

Today my stepdaughter said she was talking to a friend of hers when this friend told her, "Your parents' house smells like a witch's house." We use a lot of various essential oils around our house, and we make our own kombucha tea and water kefir. We don't use any synthetic scents in any of our washing or personal grooming or cleaning supplies. I don't know how much experience this friend has with witches' dwellings, but she clearly has an idea of what she thinks they SHOULD smell like. And apparently, it's us. And, you know, I'm okay with that.

L meets Zoe, the "twalala." (at Denver Colorado USA)

My new X-kilt, rear.  This was made for me by a very talented pair of teenage seamstresses, and I was very happy with the results.  Sherwood Celtic Festival, 2013.

http://cartouchephoto.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-box-of-rocks.html

A Box of Rocks

"Self-portrait." Medium: snow on Honda.

Angie in monochrome.

Self portrait.

Canon Canonet 28 with expired Fuji 400 shot at ASA 100.

Life's easier when you can write off others as monsters, as demons, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared. The thing is, you can't do that without becoming them, just a little.

Harry Dresden

"What’s back here?" (at My bedroom)

The Pout.

Canon Canonet 28 with expired Fuji 400 shot at ASA 100.