When I was out the other day doing my snow hike and filling my camera with lovely images, I had a couple come out… odd. I love them, but… they look like I edited them or applied some sort of filter to them. I didn’t. The first one I noticed was a pic I took of BG in front of a bunch of snow covered trees. When I got home and got it in my computer, it looked like I had Photoshoped her in. It was such a weird look. Cool, but weird.
This was the other one. When I looked at this it looked like I’d run it through some art filter that gave the image way more outlines than should have been there, especially towards the top of the image. Again, nope. This is entirely untouched. It is kind of interesting what kinds of weird things can come out in an image when you just use a camera and nature.
…just doesn’t have quite the same ring to it. MC saw all the snow clinging to everything yesterday and said it looked like Christmas. It does make a pretty contrast, but… yeah. Not yet. It is all mostly gone today, but the cold is hanging tight. Feels more like January than November.
I obviously enjoy a wide range of books across many genres, but the ones that tend to stick with me the most are the ones that can give me a story about the imperfections of humanity and do so with a strong emotional impact, be it through humor, joy, anger, love, tears or grief. As long as the story fully engages my emotions, I’m probably going to really enjoy it, but even more so if it has a central focus on family.
My house is this wonderful nest of awesome right now because the weather is stunningly perfect and I have windows that I can open without having to worry about them. Simple pleasures.
My steps towards finding an editor have been… interesting. Yet again, expectations and reality didn’t quite meet up. After a few initial conversations and some deeper digging, I’ve discovered that I am probably looking at several thousand dollars to go through an entire process of different levels of editing as well as cover and design work for my book.
It is officially recital weekend and I’m in crazy mode. Yesterday was all about running around and getting some last minute things taken care of (why it takes until last minute before she realizes she needs some of these kinda important things is beyond me). Today won’t be much better because I, again, managed to add another thing to my to do list when I offered to make the recital bouquets for BG and her dance friend.
Yet another view that I have lost to progress and construction. It makes me sad and want to move, but there are so many other things that we like about where we live that we put up with it. I do wonder, and often at that, if that tolerance is worth all those other things.