project 365 #291: stormy morning sky with inn at biltmore
Originally uploaded by mygothlaundry
Of course, this matters to precisely noone but me. I recognize this, but although the truth may shock and awe some of you who know me well, I do have an obsessively organized side (it just doesn't extend to my house or office, really) and this kind of pointless project is right up its alley. And that side of me is having fits. The laissez faire side of me, on the other hand, is saying, what the hell. Ignore it. So you have 360 pictures at the end of the year or something. Then you get to dump some dumb ones, thank god. This kind of heresy reduces my OCD personality to sputtering speechlessness.
So there we are. In other news, I decided this morning that it's a good thing I'm not a poet, because I started waxing poetical purple this morning about the "heron haunted river" until it occurred to me that whatever it is that herons do, they do not haunt. They're not subtle, they do not waft and they are not ectoplasmic. Most of the time, they look annoyed, actually, and petulance is not a noted quality of spirits and, alas, "heron annoyed river" just doesn't sound as, well, poetical.