Day 18
So this is the park across the lake from me (it’s a very small park):
This is the outdoor vent of the air conditioner that stops me from killing myself during February:
This is a very lonely chew toy:
Indy treasures his chew toys, Jazz destroys them. And when she’s done with hers, she moves on to his. She’ll usually chew off the face or a leg when Indy has annoyed her, but she refrains from destroying it completely. Apparently she’s not that heartless.
This is a bleeding heart:
They don’t really look pretty until you see them up close. I used to obsessed with their curling tendrils.
Day 7
I have to stop shooting in the afternoon!
The peace lilly that lives outside our front door.
Our young “pup”, Jazz. Like Indy, she’s a blue heeler staffy cross.
I’m in love with her eye patch!
And how she has tiny white eyelashes on one eye.
