Category Archives: Photo Friday
Lap Dog
I’m can’t quite put my finger on the word for Arty’s expression here. It’s serious, but more than that. Is he bored? Resigned? Preoccupied? He’s in no hurry to get off Robert’s lap, that’s for sure, but he’s also not … Continue reading
“You Know Gray Is My Favorite Color”
This is me before work this morning. Tall wooly socks and a puffy coat. This is exactly what I wore when I was a nerdy sixth grader. I’m really happy that nineties style is big right now. I mean, I … Continue reading
Reflections
I was going to call this post My Selfie, My Self, and pat myself on the back for my cleverness, but then I realized that’s the title of that New York Times article going around, and I don’t want this … Continue reading
Home Away From Home
Shoot, this whole photo a day thing seemed much more feasible yesterday coming off a five-day Thanskgiving weekend. I didn’t even think to pull my camera out until I left work at 5:00. This is how dark it is at … Continue reading
Six Things
I want to do a Photo of the Day thing here for awhile. I can’t write to save my life, but I do take a lot of pictures, and not just of my baby. Plus, pictures give me something to … Continue reading
People As Places As People: St. Loius
Friends have told me that Robert and I are “bad at vacation.” I think that we’re just misunderstood. We don’t do cruises, or resorts, or tropical. We do long drives and small towns and rust belt cities. We pass the … Continue reading
Simulacra
The best thing about living in Chicago is when people come to visit. They always ask how we like living in the city and it’s always somewhat embarrassing to answer truthfully that, except for work, we rarely go downtown. In … Continue reading
The Things We Carry
I love seeing people carry with them the things they love. A kid with a basketball, roaming the neighborhood or dribbling down the lakefront trail. A girl on the train with a guitar packed into a soft case and strapped … Continue reading
Art By Folks
I don’t know what this photo means. I don’t even know what this photo is. That’s not true. It’s a grate or vent, large, about hip height on a brick apartment building in my neighborhood, and it’s covered with small … Continue reading
Glimpses
Weeks into our relationship, Robert and I found ourselves in New Orleans for a week in the middle of my two-month internship at Tulane. When he left, I had three weeks left in the program. We’ve bid farewell so many … Continue reading
Bending the Rules 