I'm a frayed knot. It was raining all day, and again, no chance to get out for a photo, so resorting to almost anything. At this point I think it would be nice for a little snow tonight, then at least I would have something to photograph. It has to get better soon.
Rainy and cold here today too. Ran out and took a few shots of some poor cold birds from the back porch but opted to post Belgium photos instead. Maybe tomorrow?
Ah the challenge of the 365. Given the state of our weather up here in the great white north, I have photographed EVERYTHING in my home. Love my macro lens! :)
The rain had me desperately looking for something to shoot in the house as well and until I opened my angel box, I was planning on posting a picture of the boxes in my attic! This is so much better than that!!
We're getting a dusting tomorrow and probably a little more snow next week. It's hard trying to get a pic now - I've resorted to chasing the cats around again.
Is this a good photo? I'm a frayed knot. Only kidding, It makes me ponder the nimbleness and dexterity of the opposing thumb that we as humans have, that which makes all such knots possible.
I was feeling so frayed last night that I wish I had seen this photo, because it perfectly captured my mood. You are a genius with the photos on bad weather days.
A piece of string walks into a bar. He hops up onto a stool and yells
to the bartender, "Hey! Gimme a drink!" The bartender picks up the
string and throws it into the street. The string thinks, "I'll show
'im. I'll go back in disguise, he won't know it's me, and at the last
minute I'll humiliate him. So the string contorts its body into a
whole different shape, and frizzes its hair ala a 'fro. It goes back
in, hops onto the stool and asks for a drink. The bartender says,
"You're that piece of string I threw out 5 minutes ago." The string
answers, "No. I'm a frayed knot."
Thanks for your comments i'm gonna stick at this. I appreciate it
to the bartender, "Hey! Gimme a drink!" The bartender picks up the
string and throws it into the street. The string thinks, "I'll show
'im. I'll go back in disguise, he won't know it's me, and at the last
minute I'll humiliate him. So the string contorts its body into a
whole different shape, and frizzes its hair ala a 'fro. It goes back
in, hops onto the stool and asks for a drink. The bartender says,
"You're that piece of string I threw out 5 minutes ago." The string
answers, "No. I'm a frayed knot."