Where is my left foot?

In a painful ironic twist of fate, and of a virtual part of my body I’d rather not have twisted, the remnants of TS Fay, the tail, came through yesterday with incredible fury, dropping gallons of rain, and some wicked lightning. One of these wicked bolts fried the sound chip in my Mac G5, a part which is apparently soldered to the board, which means a new logic board at least. The last thing I listened to? This I will be listening to music through my iPod for awhile. Lightning doesn’t like having its picture taken.

Susan’s drive home from work yesterday was genuinely frightening, as she was afraid of the car getting swept away.

The theme of the week: Blood. I began noticing distinct little bits of color here and there, my mind pointing out what was already there, here and there. Then there was yesterday’s first breakfast egg, which when cracked into the frying pan had a distinct hue. Then there were the beets. Then King Crimson. Then a glass of red wine, and The Masque of the Red Death. Theme of the week: The Color of Blood.

This morning:

And this evening:

A beginning. A memoir.

Dolphins, May 1974, Old Grey Whistle Test

The first panorama was shot in October 2005, immediately after Hurricane Wilma. Today, during Tropical Storm Fay, I shot the second one:

The little, sad, broken tree in the bottom right of the first panorama recovered, and is now an 18 ft. tall Kapok.

When I was installing an iPhoto update, the application put up a message saying that some photos were found which were not part of any library, and did I want to import them. Some of them were these, from October 2005, a little reminder:

When in manual focus mode, using the thumb adjustment to set the distance to the shortest possible enables the camera to take photos of what is pressed against the lens. These little green bits were little flavor bits off of some chips we were devouring at the pool party on Sunday. You can see in the first photo my thumb is pressed against the lens, effectively making the camera a microscope:

(”Perhaps he’ll find something else to take really close-up pictures of?” A girl can dream…)

From an afternoon BBQ yesterday, Adele’s friend Hallie goes for the Gold Medal: