Cleaning up the kitchen at sunset. Photographed with Nikon D300, 60mm micro lens, and a Kodak Duaflex.
A tiny wedding, held in the garden of a deeply under-construction home, requiring you to walk through lots of debris can be wildly romantic. Who knew?
Things which are concerning me: (a) Marcus taught Alex how to play Pocket God on the iTouch; (b) she loves it, particularly causing hurricanes and throwing the island natives into the volcano (does she realize that her mother, in fact, is an "island native"?); (c) these newfound daddy-and-daughter-bonding-sessions have resulted in Marcus making such profound utterances as: "Alex, the sun burns vampire skin. Remember that. IT'S A LIFE LESSON." I fear something has gone terribly, terribly wrong in our household.
It's been a long, long time since I've had one of those dreams where Marcus does something unforgivable in the dream, and then I wake up furious at him, and he avoids me for the entire morning, confused about what he could've possibly done wrong. I'm taking it as a good sign of a healthy relationship.
When I tell people that I've recently become a vegetarian, they always ask me if I've lost weight. You're supposed to lose weight when you're a vegetarian? Because if so, I'm feeling really ripped off.