Day 47: Untitled 924873857 (Leaf in water)

Day 46: Drawing a blank.

. . . lousy.

Day 45: Ink blot.

Day 44: Classy.

Working out schedules and making quality puns are two of my favorite hobbies.

Day 23: Unexpected.

Secret heart.

Day 42: Mud[futbol]

I am not the greatest soccer player, but I may be the dirtiest.

Day 41: Seriously?

Yeah, I too am weirded out that I took this and posted it as my photo for the day.

Day 40: Wind is cold all right, back in Dallas.

I am in love with the Dallas skyline.

Day 39: Hey, four eyes!

Day 38: Benjamin Franklin was a wise man.

No dictator has ever hesitated to place weapons in the hands of his oppressed and disgruntled people; yet books are burned and the educated are executed. The poignancy of words astounds me. They are the most beautiful and dangerous creations.

Day 37: Slant line.

Day 36: If you're tryin' my patience . . .

. . . try pink carnations . . . of whatever these are.

Days 28 & 29: In retrograde.

I neglected to take pictures these two days so I have staged reenactments.

Day 35: Yee-Haw!!

I am a five-year-old boy.

Day 34: A lesser than luscious mix of words and tricks.

Essays used to excite. When did writing become such a chore?

Day 33: Sunny!!

Miller and Chisea is the best shot of sunset in all of Rowlett, TX. It is the ONLY positive thing I can say for the Big R.

Day 33: There are powerlines in our bloodlines.

Day 32: No diggity.

You gotta bag it up.

Day 31: Water beads.

Day 28: Wallflower.

Day 27: Excitement and 7:30 are polar opposites . . .

. . . and totally attractive!!

Day 26: With my feet on the gas.

Day 25: Communion

I love when the body soaks in the blood.

Day 24: The girls on the go!

If there's one thing that says sophisticated and classy-- it's a pink stretch limo with flowers on it.

Day 23: I am easily delighted.

This is seriously the most hilarious thing I have seen all day.

Day 22: The cupboard was bare.

Day 21: Sunday is prayers and pico de gallo and plants.

It's photosynthetic and we're not so photogenic.

Of course I have impressed myself with how well I've littered this entry with alliteration.

Day 20: My Saturday People

It was either this or the picture of me pretending to grab my own mother's chest. Seriously. This kind of behavior is perfectly normal for us. We're Wallers.

Day 19: Alan Alda flavored ice cream?

I don't enjoy when my computer screen is pixelated; so I'm not sure how I would feel about life in such a state.

Rembrandt is too dark for me. I like the idea of red and blue people floating two feet above the ground and being as tall as a house.

My grandma had a Monet print in her house and it was beautiful.

Day 18: "I'll mark each day with a cross."

I am not good at keeping a calendar. I find that days blur together, especially in February. Good riddance, until next year.