Picture Fail

Back at Starbucks, hopefully no one notices I brought my own coffee. I've strategically placed my blue travel mug sporting a different coffeehouse name behind myself and my laptop screen...

*glance glance siiiiip*

This morning, lugging detergent across the front lawn to the laundry room, I could sense the coming of fall. It was a weird cosmic "in the air" kinda sense, and maybe the yellowing leaves of the black walnut trees too.

I had the weekend off, so I did attempt picture taking of my space. "Attempt" is indeed the key word because my camera is officially dead, angrily tossed back into a box, frustratingly tangled in now useless cords.

Relying on my camera phone, I can now admit with confidence that I fail to develop as a bona fide photographer.

Here are the good ones of the few snapshots I took:



the front of the mansion


my sun porch - and it's not the picture that's crooked



kitchen area - with my amazing green oven


a gift from the previous tenant - bedroom window and deck outside