Showing posts with label Police. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Police. Show all posts

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Sunset

So, um, these photos are pretty old.  Rather ancient, as a matter of fact.  They were taken on the Fourth of July this past year, and I never shared them on this site.  Why?  They were on a misplaced memory card.  Whoops-a-daisy.  But, the sunset was just so lovely, that I felt I had to post them here.  The colours took my breath away, and I think I did a decent job of capturing them with digital magic.  I hope that you agree!

Ah, I'm dreaming of days in sundresses, watching the sun set at 9pm.  This winter is long, cold, and essentially just beginning.  It's the time for sweater tights, warm hats, and hot chocolates, not fourth of july tidings.  A year ago today, I was in Miami, soaking up the Florida rays.  Today, I'm freezing my butt of in New York like a champ.  I've accomplished so much in the past year, that I'm kind of impressed with myself.  I started a new career, added hours onto that career, signed up for martial arts school, and moved into a significantly nicer apartment.  It's been good.  Who knows what this summer will brings?  Toastier weather, of course, but what else?  I'm so excited to work towards making it the most wonderful one yet!

2011 was a nearly perfect year.  I see no reason that 2012 can't be even better.  Cheers to change!















Manhattan, New York City, New York, USA

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Watch for that Crime

I can guarantee you that when a burgler breaks into your house, it SHALL be through a perfectly square window.  This burglar shall also be male.  This is decidedly so.  His entire outfit shall consist of one black bodysuit.  Preferably, this bodysuit will have a turtleneck, and reach to his wrists and his ankles.  He may even sport some dashing white gloves.  But, the one thing that I do know for certain about this burglar- he will be FRENCH.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, French.  This is signified by his classy little beret- which is of course, black to match his outfit.  If you see someone in your house who is not dressed in this exact way, or does not have a very obvious French accent, carry on.  They could not possibly be a burglar.

New Canaan, Connecticut, USA

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