frittering away the afternoon...
My voice is tired, my smile ragged.
It has been good birthday, celebrated in proper fashion, with much singing and drinking.
And with the finest of peeps. (save a few far flung stragglers who will be slapped once and hugged twice when next they come to ottawa town)
Its been lovely.
The stick-up kids have been busy in the warm weather, and i found hoards of new art on the way home from breakfast (Stela and Haunty, and some WZRD gng too, of course). As i was shooting, on three separate occasions, three strangers asked me to take their pictures. (which is maybe an indication that the stranger portrait series really needs to get rolling again - i mean, if the universe is practically begging me to continue, who am i to resist?)
So there's that to keep me busy this evening, with maybe an after dark run, and most definitely a pot of strong tea and a hot bubble bath.
and hopefully, finally , (finally!) I will tell you all about a dream, so rich it has been distracting me for days, a deliriously vivid snippet of a history that never existed.