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September 17: It's 11:59 pm...
Do you know where your camera is?
September 18: I'm not even sure they're on, but they're ALWAYS in there.
September 19: This is not as easy as it looks.
My new Sunday ritual is to take a late afternoon nap in the hammock. In order to capture this serene moment, I had to set up my zoom lens clear across the yard, set the timer for ten seconds, run like crazy, dive in to the hammock, get situated, stop swinging, and try to look completely relaxed.
Did I pull it off?
September 20: I love chocolate. I love roses.
(Yes, I'm still a man...)
But the truth is it was late...and there was this cake....and, well, you know...
September 21: The Vitruvian Girl.
September 22: My intent was to drive up the canyon and take pictures of the changing leaves, on the first day of Autumn. And I swear the leaves on that tree are yellow, but the silhouette was too powerful -- I couldn't resist.
September 23: Yellow Slug Bug.
So, here's the story: Remember last week, when I griped about Thursdays? When I told you that my Thursdays are insane? Today was no different.
I was TRYING to get home and write this blog entry, and one thing after another was piled on my night. I was steamed! And I was not very quiet about it -- everyone knew how I felt. Dad was Mad!
And I griped. And I moaned. And I yelled. And I ....well, you get the idea...
It was not my finest hour.
And on my way to the store, between runs to soccer practice, in the midst of my tantrum...Emma punched me.
"Yellow Slug Bug," she said.
After every thing else, Emma decided that what I REALLY needed, at that precise moment in time, was to be punched.
I love that kid.