It started when I was 15 or 16: a perpetual discomfort at having my photo taken. No, I’m not some kind of international spy or superhero. I wish.
I’ve lived in Oregon for nearly eight years. Besides my Keens, my Decemberists shirts, and my reusable bags, the most Portland thing about me is that I take pictures of my food.
Do not adjust your monitors. The image below is not some work of photoshop magic. It is merely a scan of photos that are now irreparably stuck together because they were left on a radiator. Why would anyone leave perfectly good pictures of a vacation to a tropical paradise atop a hot radiator? That is an excellent question. Well, that … Read More
Some days, it’s easy as pie to think of a good TDG. Others, not so much. Today is one of those days. I seriously just searched for unicorn pictures on all our stock photo sites, I’m so lost this morning. So I’m going to cheat a little, and just post pictures of pie.
We’re only posting until 3:30 today, and tomorrow we’re outta here at 1, but we still have two more daily goodies lined up for you this week. Today, in honor of Santa gluing the last tiny eyelashes on all the dolls he’s about to deliver, I found some great pictures of dolls on Flickr.
I used to roll my eyes at the women who would giggle and scream and put their hands in front of their faces whenever anyone brought out a camera at any type of gathering. That was before yesterday when I fell on my FACE on my way to a get-together. I arrived scraped, bruised, and swollen with no desire to … Read More