That's how we were last weekend in Washington. It was raining. (Of course. I did mention we were in the Seattle area right?)
So, while everybody read, because I couldn't keep my mind on anything anymore, I took out the camera and shot things.
A wandering bookmark with a special message.
Close up of an ol' tired pooch.
Footsies of the Readers.
The Reader's and their Reads.
I was white. A long time ago. Before the rain. Before the sun. Before my life.
Every exit..is an entry somewhere else.
Every end..is the beginning of another something.
Have a kid, they come with cute stuffed animals that gather dust and aggravate your allergies.
I ate a lot.
"The soul becomes dyed, with the colors of its thoughts."
And time stood still.