how do i say thanks?


jeremy is! any man who can photoshop you into a graveyard is the kind of man you want to hang on to.
the colours out the window were so bright and the sky was so grey and thick with moving clouds and those things speak to me in a voice that says 'come on outside, it probably smells good'.
a gang of squirrels (this was their leader) came running over to me demanding nuts and warm blankets. i had neither so they didn't stick around long.
i think this one was the muscle.
this is the tree at the end of our street. every day i pass him and every day i am awed by his colour and shape and strong silence. trees are amazing. only buildings don't think so.
this leaf looked like a tongue. but thinner and more like a leaf.


mj still had it!
first i set the timer so the photo was of me spastically running back not quite making it in time.