323/365 :: Monday 19 November 2018
I love vintage ephemera, and this photo is one of my favorite finds.
324/365 :: Tuesday 20 November 2018
you can only reserve twenty-five books from the library, but you can check out one hundred.
325/365 :: Wednesday 21 November 2018
baby aloe is getting bigger!
326/365 :: Thursday 22 November 2018
hello, my name is spoiled.
327/365 :: Friday 23 November 2018
postage on today's mail.
328/365 :: Saturday 24 November 2018
LOOK AT THOSE SOCKS.
329/365 :: Sunday 25 November 2018
and now the leaves are about to, um, leave.
316/365 :: Monday 12 November 2018
visiting some family and then just a small wander because I wasn't exactly prepared for the cold.
317/365 :: Tuesday 13 November 2018
sunset bridge walk.
318/365 :: Wednesday 14 November 2018
319/365 :: Thursday 15 November 2018
how are there dandelions and snow in November?
320/365 :: Friday 16 November 2018
I don't think that that pumpkin is supposed to be black. please throw it away. it's driving me insane.
321/365 :: Saturday 17 November 2018
my favorite part of any parade.
322/365 :: Sunday 18 November 2018
some people know me very well.
309/365 :: Monday 5 November 2018
the leaves are finally turning on Third.
310/365 :: Tuesday 6 November 2018
it rained all day. I only left the apartment to vote and send some mail. I came back home to bake velvet brownies as a reward for voting. (:
311/365 :: Wednesday 7 November 2018
when your vintage suitcase matches one of the rooms at the vintage hotel where you work, you have to get a couple photos!
312/365 :: Thursday 8 November 2018
new aloe, officially dead jade. (whoops.)
313/365 :: Friday 9 November 2018
...and it's snowing.
314/365 :: Saturday 10 November 2018
I hate winter.
315/365 :: Sunday 11 November 2018
I like the snow from this viewpoint when it looks like frosting.
295/365 :: Monday 22 October 2018
the beginnings of a beautiful song. trust the bottle.
296/365 :: Tuesday 23 October 2018
almost full moon. but it was the hunter's moon, not the harvest moon as my brain decided it was. you would think that I would know that the harvest moon is in September like the Harvest Fest in Sturgeon Bay, but alas, my brain hasn't worked for a long time now.
297/365 :: Wednesday 24 October 2018
boots are just leg pockets.
298/365 :: Thursday 25 October 2018
visiting guitar in a lobby of locals.
299/365 :: Friday 26 October 2018
I can't even type the chorus to this song because it will be stuck in my head.
300/365 :: Saturday 27 October 2018
finale. Step into the Light.
301/365 :: Sunday 28 October 2018
souvenirs of a wonderful week.
302/365 :: Monday 29 October 2018
this sunset reminds me of a crown.
303/365 :: Tuesday 30 October 2018
I almost dropped the glass on the upper left while washing dishes. it was kind of a miracle that I caught it because there were quite a few other breakable things in the sink where it would have landed, and that would have been a mess.
304/365 :: Wednesday 31 October 2018
happy Halloween, witches! (;
I actually kind of got lost in this cemetery in Green Bay. it's the biggest one I've been to thus far and rather enjoyed my hour-long photography hike and will probably be back.
305/365 :: Thursday 1 November 2018
I spent so much of my time on editing photos (only 1200-some from two shows at TAP...) that it took me far too long to get through reading these picture books as a pre-screen for my preschoolers. I didn't even realize that the top one was in Spanish and therefore of no use to someone whose Spanish is limited to greetings, counting to ten, a few basic phrases, and "pimp daddy." thank you, ten days in Ecuador.
the book on the bottom is more of a coffee table book from my favorite illustrator, and I am enjoying taking the time to look through and read about his processes.
306/365 :: Friday 2 November 2018
altered view. please don't ask me why I currently own three copies of this book. if we're counting audiobooks too, I actually have five copies...
307/365 :: Saturday 3 November 2018
the trees are changing downtown, and the gas price has dropped nearly a quarter. honestly, if I didn't live this close to a gas station, I would never know how much gasoline costs.
308/365 :: Sunday 4 November 2018
fallen leaves are my favorite.
a photographer with the desire to hide behind the camera a little less and let the light shine through.