It's alive!

My sweet and shriveled little prickly pear has started to come back to life. It's growing a new lime-green baby paw.

Trash Only meets peace

Honest-- I didn't plan on having him stand right there.

Just felt like snapping a picture of Husband taking out the trash and doing chores. Really.

Because I took pictures

And I really don't have anything else to write about.

My sweet aloe.

'tis a big crowded.

It looks like a big aloe salad.

Ta da!

Husband Art:

No place like home

I always try to take my camera with me while checking the mail. It's just a short walk down a few flights of stairs, across the parking lot, down past the pool, then past the rental office, but it's sometimes my only chance in the day to be outside and scoping out the world.

While we do live in a kind of lame version of the ghetto, this place can sometimes be just downright pretty.

And that's a lot to say about a place squished between a beer factory and the corner of two major expressways.

Those shrubs look so yummy and squishy. I wanted to run and bounce on them.

I quite seriously considered stealing this adorable blue grill. And then I had to remind myself that while I live in a creepy part of town, I'm a good person... not a creepy person that walks around apartment complexes taking pictures of people cars and bushes and grills. I'm not that creepy.

Husband Art:

A quick look back at our college years.

I love 6pm in the Fall

It's the perfect time of day to capture warm colors and long shadows.