I'm worn out.... the life of a camp director has got me in bed before 8:30pm.
June 18, 2008 #110
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While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see. ~Dorothea Lange
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- 122/365 tiny bubbles
- 121/365 Sunglass Sunday
- 120/365 Wilted
- 119/365 Fire Truck
- 118/365 Let the light shine!
- 117/365 Black and White Self Portrait
- 116/365 pesto, spinage, chicken pizza
- 115/365 Little Red Speck...
- 114/365 Flower Day
- 113/365 A green wall
- 112/365 Rose in the City of Roses
- 111/365 so little time
- 110/365 Going to bed...and it's still light out :(
- 109/365 one glows
- 108/365 Lame..
- 107/365 ran out of batteries....
- 106/365 Hat Day Saturday!
- 105/365 Oh Portland....all the rainy days are wort...
- 104/365 taking pictures on the walk to work
- 103/365 bubble rap
- 102/365 Josh won't let me post a picture of him so...
- 101/365 Portland...again
- 100/365 DAY #100!!!!
- 99/365 flower
- 98/365 stopped
- 97/365 Ducks on Lake Oswego
- 96/365 out my window....bokeh whore day
- 95/365 Keys
- 94/365 Wish I could have potted plants.
- 93/365 raindrops on azaleas
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