I haven't shoveled anything, the parka's back in the closet, the dog can run around the fields without his chest fur clumping with snow dingleberries, and trips to Cub require only a light jacket. This is what winter in the Southeast is. I could get used to it.
While you're all mentally composing comments regarding the romanticism of freshly fallen snow and how it just can't be Christmas without frostbite and tobagegans, I will move on to summer. I just received word from Snapfish that my film's been developed and en route back to me. What I love about processing through Snapfish, besides the fact that it's cheap ($2.99/roll) and does not require me to stand in line down at Walgreen's, is that they post your film photos online so you can check them out. The quality is a little compromised, but mostly it makes me miss July and August - the bugs, the tan lines, the long evenings, the warm humidity of a night sitting out on the back deck of B's house with a Honeyweiss and a fresh wedge of lemon, the berries:
Thesis? What thesis?
I know BER’s having a photo contest for the next cover, but I think your second to the last picture would make a fine cover shot. It has intrigue, atmosphere, narrative: Who will get the beer—dog or asparagus fern?
ReplyDeleteAnd if the Paris Review can put some school picture of a fifth grader circa 1980 on its cover, then why not a dog-beer-plant photo on BER?
An excellent point. And the fern just might win... look at how it's reaching ever so carefully...
ReplyDeleteUcch. Don't even talk to me about awful lit mag covers. If I see another terrible painting wrapped to make another terrible cover, I am firebombing an office somewhere.
I heart the barn photo. Can you say BER COVER PHOTO CONTEST!
ReplyDelete(OK, I'm really pushing it now. Just tell me to stop!)
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