Her: The blog’s old and tired.
Me: I don’t have the heart to keep them both going.
Her: People still check it. You need to add something.
Me: Why?
Her: Because friends that don’t get to see you worry about you.
Me: They should.
Her: No they shouldn’t. You’re okay.
Me: Oh, yeah, I forgot.
Her: But You need to tell people you’re okay. Add something. Add those photos
of Emma and Kate. How about the pictures you took of your bathroom being
painted?
Me: Good idea. Emma liked her photo, Kate thought she looked too
fat. We’ll see what the people think.
Beautiful girls! Kate you look wonderful. I love your new haircut!
Who’s the second girl? And who’s the “her” giving you that good advice?
Yup, Kate looks too fat (as in, not as perfectly proportioned as she in fact is) because Michael forgot one law of framing/cropping which I’m sure Adam could explain better than I can.
Did I ever tell the story about the family friend who took home movies when I was little? Actually, this is a story about me, not about the family friend, but those younger than 50 have to imagine how very rare home movies were in those days. I remember one from a camping trip, showing someone making breakfast, and a leaf falling in the stream and being carried with the current — we always watched these things forward and backward; the egg getting less and less fried until it jumped back into its shell, the leaf swimming up eddies and waterfalls until it leapt into the sky. Anyway, one morning … wait, you have to know that my mother made nightgowns which were basically just a rectangle of material with a wide neck hole. So I was, oh 10 years old, and I was sitting cross-legged on my bed reading, when our friend came up the hall with his movie camera, filming. I looked up and realized that my nightgown had slid off my shoulder. So I pushed it back up, and grinned shyly. That scene looked entirely different backwards.
Why the story? The look on Kate’s face is a little hard to read.
What IS it with running things backwards … ? In the cae of movies, it feels godlike, I suppose, like manipulating time. In the case of vinyl, you find out secrets, like, “Paul is dead” … But you set that telling up perfectly, Jen, from the sublime to the suggestive. Thanks! Beautiful.
Along those lines, kinda despite myself, I think I’ve rarely laughed as hard as when Jim Carrey, wearing a tutu, “rewinds” a play-by-play in slow-motion in Ace Venture, Pet Detective, complete with extemporaneous backwards reel-to-reel soundtrack. Unless it’s the heroic scene towards the end of Over the Hedge when Sammy the Squirrel, already hyper-ADD, bolts an energy drink and appears to saunter to the rescue while the world seems to slam on the brakes into uber-slo-mo. For awhile there, I literally couldn’t breathe for laughter (from the sublime to the ridulous … ).
Both girls look fabulous, though I get Jen’s point. Kate’s channeling Stevie Nicks by way of Dexter’s Debra Morgan, too bright to look as dark as might otherwise come through; Emma just beautifully Emma, one with the widlflowers beyond.
Wow. I look significantly angrier in that picture than intended. Thanks mike.