I reminded myself that the hour-long wait for the train is part of my afternoon off.

I found a roll of film, undeveloped and expectant, tucked away in a box. I was sure it was a forgotten piece of my long-ago trip to Italy.
Nope.
Turns out, I have no idea where this was shot, when, or by whom.
I'm pretending, though, that it's a once-upon-a-time summer camp. Which, in my current frazzle-y state, sounds even better than Europe.

I can tell my inner knitter fires are raging again, because all I can think when I see that scarf is: a knit version of it would be brilliant. Maybe in the luscious-looking Habu silk mohair?
(Uf. That shisyamu color is giving me the vapors.)

Friday.
Old wine barrels behind the Culinary Institute of America's massive Greystone building. Those corks remind me of noses. And I couldn't help picturing this group with a small object makeover.

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Today is day five of my impromptu blackbird, fly week. Earlier posts: 1, 2, 3, and 4.

Thursday.
And now I know I can love the BBF. Those puddles of light melt me. I could eat them with a spoon.

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Today is day four of my impromptu blackbird, fly week. For earlier posts, click 1, 2, and three.

Wednesday.
(My inner princess totally wants one of these for my house.)

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Today is day three of my impromptu blackbird, fly week. Here are Monday and Tuesday too.

Tuesday.
Today's child practices her framing. She's gotten a bit spoiled by macro zooms and LCD displays.

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Today is day two of my impromptu blackbird, fly week. If you're curious, take a peek at Monday too.

Monday.
And the first installment of blackbird, fly pictures. Also, it looks like the first of the actual pictures too -- if the appearance of the blackbird box in the corner is any indication.
Yes, more cat. She is my most obliging model.

She came like godzilla through the scene, toppling cameras. Turns out, she just wanted to love on them. I swear she and I share DNA.

Yes, we are toy-camera crazy over here. Yes, that is my new Holga you see (yippee!). I think Lila loves it just a little bit more than the blackbird, fly. As for me, I'm anxious to find out.
I've shot three rolls with the BBF so far, and finally have five or so pictures worth sharing. So how about a BBF week? Next week? Good. I'm already excited.

Until then, happy (belated) Canada day. Happy fourth-ing, if you do. Or happy weekend to everyone else.

At the end of this trail we found bacon bread, a taste of home, and welcomed a new bicycle to the family.
Vastly better than lions, tigers, and bears -- if you ask me.