Fuzziness

Today was that kind of day where you have a looming headache all day, and so the whole day is a little bit of a blur. Everything is slightly fuzzy, everything is slightly hurting, and lights and sounds are a thousand times brighter and louder. I did, however, enjoy getting serenaded by a lovely fellow in the park blocks! :) He was pretty zany and scared a poor woman away.

And here is the rest of my day, already fuzzy to me:

 Table puddle, so Portland, Oregon:

 At least we have someone to greet us:

 Grass patterns:

 Part of a girl:

Paint in crackles:

Extra Reading:

Nirrimi Hakanson: I love other young photographers because the images they make almost always have a quality in them that is so familiar, representative of youth and exploration. Many of Hakanson's images tell quick and youthful stories that I can relate to, and that is something I look for in a photographer. She also shows photographs that her family have taken of surrounding life, which are filled with nostalgia and love. Art should always be partly, if not all about love, in my opinion.