When we were weighing the pros and cons of moving away from Durham, one of the things that was on our cons list that we had no answer for was the Eno River. It essentially runs through the middle of town, it’s vast, it’s got a great variety of trails and destinations (swinging bridges, old defunct pump stations, actual mountains, log cabins, etc) and, as is obvious from this photo, it’s gorgeous. And there aren’t too many mountain lions. This particular day was a treasure. It was September, yet still warm enough for the girls to strip to their underwear…
So I’m working on this design job (or, at least, I’m supposed to be working on a design job — right now, I’m posting something to my blog, which means I am decidedly not working on a design job) and I’m looking for some stock photography for an elusive concept. So far I’ve searched Veer for “path forward,” “path,” “prescribe,” and “balance.” Searching for “balance” yielded, predictably, a lot of photos of yoga photos of people walking on ersatz balance beams photos of people with things on their heads and this: Hello? What does this mean? Anyone?
Thanks to the great Park Road Books here in Charlotte, I have just learned of this site called, expressively, Stuff on my Cat. In many cases, the concept is funnier and more wry than the execution (a general truth about cat people, I suppose?) (which we are, for better or worse), but the name of the site keeps making me laugh, so I have to share it with you.
Adios CBGB. Good luck in Vegas.
It’s Friday and I’ve gotten nothing done today except to have a lovely coffee visit with my dear friend Steph, which is something, but not something I get paid for, unfortunately. Anyway, I’m supposed to be working on something I do get paid for, but my cousin sent me a link that I have to share with you. It’s a short animated film that is at once beautiful, disturbing, provocative and creepy. Oh so beautiful, with its design based on vintage flash cards. And did I mention disturbing? Like Lemony Snickett. So, go watch. And have a great weekend.
I love my husband. I love my daughter. I love my daughter. I love my brother. I love my sister-in-law. I love my niece. I love my mom, for making us all laugh, for reals. I love my dad, for being a great photographer. I love the beach.
We’re back! And you’ve all been so patient — thank you for putting up with my absence of the past 2 weeks. We have returned from our 6 day, 1500 mile, 10 state, 9 city, whirlwind, east coast extravaganza and I’m now settled back in enough to tell you about it. Many of you may recall our last trip north, a nightmare of herculean proportions that spawned a tidal wave of two-year-old-ness in Zoe and Lucy that didn’t stop until they were knee-deep in their threes. It featured snow-boundedness in a non-childproof house, white-out 5 mph driving on the Jersey…
We leave tomorrow for a 6-day whirlwind driving extravaganza to Connecticut, NYC and DC. So maybe after we get back next Tuesday I’ll have something to actually write about (we’ll be driving 1500 miles over 2 days. In-between we’re visiting in-laws, going apple picking in the Hudson Valley, meeting 5 new babies of college friends, traipsing around NYC with 4-yr-old twins, and seeing family we haven’t seen in 7 years — I feel confident I’ll have something to say when I return). In the meantime, in place of words, I offer you links. And just in time for Love Thursday…
My good friend Shelly sent me this link. Grow your own bean with a super secret lovely message on it. Cooler than invisible ink. And much much cuter.