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.
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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 chasing rainbows. 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. 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
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