Thursday, September 2, 2010


This small critter may be a moth, may be a butterfly - all I know is that it was sitting on a pillow outside on the deck at breakfast time, and made me very conscious that I've lost the flash that I normally use with my professional-level macro lens.

However. This was tiny, and sweet, and took up no space. How devoutly I wish that the same could be said for most things around here. We had the realtor call. She was not, to be sure, and to our relief, devastatingly discouraging. Nonetheless, she used the word Decluttering. Emphatically. De-cluttering in temperatures in the mid 90s? This afternoon was such hot hell that I didn't even consider the documentary photographic potential of sweat soaked t-shirts.

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