nothing easier than a swift block and a mental eyeroll.

anemone. #photography

“analyst can assume” analyst CAN assume but, having met them, you should know that they won’t

I describe how the system works. I hear myself speaking and my voice trails off, embarrassed, because this is ridiculous. the data never settles. I am asking you to quantify an infinite ocean. deadline tomorrow

I wish I remembered what the fuck I wanted out of this meeting. data of some kind, possibly

me to snake: did you eat it? I'm not having this discussion anymore!

snake: phlbbbbt

me: rude

enjoy this fluffy morning. #photography

I need some calm this morning. #photography

well, I was fucking correct about Monday.

lost in the Instagram algorithm, I’m beginning to notice how much plastic surrounds us. kids’ toys? plastic, packaged in plastic, sealed with more plastic. organizing? plastic containers leeching into our food. cats? plastic toys. aircraft? don’t get me started. is there any fucking hope?

you know, my Tokina 11-16 has helped me do some good work, but it is also, bar none, the most enraging object I own. I have no doubt that it's going to eventually be my cause of death on some certificate somewhere. they'll be standing around me, looking down, all: "wow, I didn't know a human being could swallow a lens whole"

"well, not successfully"

is it odd that I called a 24hr vet and they couldn't sell me medical supplies?

windows says the drive is corrupt. welp time for a new SD card. FUCK

just had this error message pop up while trying to download a new set of pictures. fuck. ME

this is about as bad a picture as I could get without literally throwing my phone in the air screaming WHEEEEEE but this is my first bear sighting! a black bear sprinted across the road, staring at us with eyes flaring red in the headlights. not terrifying at all and I did not wonder if it wasn’t a demon dog at first

nostr:npub19mtslgce9z7uz9jeje824tj228wq60j520jglqcq4lyvk9wqnpaqgd395q I assumed they were. I love them anyhow. I don’t think they’re pushing out anything native.

nostr:npub1ef0uv4lrpm0skd8gs974aqp3tjeh2tm84fcf8paezvaam9mc0gyq79xt3k very like, although if memory serves, his was a dry dandelion head... but I do try to take pictures of the dandelions in his memory.

the Morden Blush rose is going like hell, long after the John Cabot gave up and just tried to lunge at people who want to enter the garage. #BloomScrolling

nostr:npub1jpmrre89gd2qr50q9ycvarqrlrgufw8psv6s5q6w0uf7sjx2jjnqk88nkn thank you. this is amazing; so different from what I remember and yet I'm longing for home.

me: *thinks* oh man, I love it when Monday is quiet

also me: *reads the news*

then me: so I should win the lottery... 𝘯𝘰𝘸?