Dear Santa, please bring me a camera (and a Kitchenaid. and a book about cooking. and that nifty pen that records what you write.)
Somewhere in the middle of my soul a secret desire sits: I want to take pretty pictures.
Also, I want to be a ninja and maybe a Malibu Barbie Doll but those are secret secret desires.
I will often describe, with words that boil out of my brain, the things I see in life. Lately, I want to take pictures of them too.
I want this yesterday. Like everything else that I want I'm ready for it to happen right now. The waiting hates me, like something ticklish inside me.
My favourite library is moving to a new building and I went to take pictures of it with my cell-phone a couple weeks ago. It wasn't enough. I want more. I want to capture, somehow, the pure haven-like quality that library had for me when I was growing up.
So, stay tuned. Pretty pictures may be stopping by from time to time.