Braveheart’s cat lapping water from the petals of one of the roses in the front yard.
She and I are at the kitchen table, having oatmeal with fresh figs and blueberries for breakfast. She knows how to eat well.
My 24-hours of a photo-an-hour ended at ten a.m. It was fun. It was interesting to see how fast the day goes by when you're trying to remember to do something every hour. Also, some hours are really jam-packed and I had a hard time believing so little time had passed.
1 comment:
A photo an hour? What a wonderful idea. Where are the weird ones from 4am?
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