whoa.

Today I found out that people post photos to flickr and they *disable* comments. I mean... the entire point is comments.

Do they have a more fulfilling sex life than I do? I mean... I love Neil very much, but I want to meet these people. Freaks.

Flying/falling

This is a bit how my life feels right now. I took this photo days and days ago and hadn't had a chance to edit it til now, which tells you that, although happy, I'm a little burnt.

On an unrelated note, I think I'm going to be taking a break from playing with flickr groups for a while -- 95% of the photos I look at now, I think are either boring or insipid. (Of course, I thought that about 70% of the photos I looked at before, but when I have that reaction for everything, I'm probably fraying at the edges somewhat.)

On a much more beautiful note...

David took this amazing shot of my shadow while I wasn't looking: