if I could tell the story in words, I wouldn't need to lug around a camera

August 5: whinge

I shouldn't whinge, but that Pilates workout was just about enough to kill me!

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my great-niece, "dancing" at her granddad's wedding reception

there were cupcakes!

and ice cream!

visiting kitties, with one of my favorite people on the planet (last Sunday)

Shock Top Wheat Ale & Horny Goat Belgian Wheat.
I've really got to stop getting seduced by the names, 'cause I'm not a fan. (last Monday)

La Fin du Monde (very good--I loved it) & Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy--the choices of my dining, boozing & wandering about partner, BGM from Sledding with Rosebud. Here's a beer bottle in yer eye! (last Monday)

downriver at sunset. This is a big part of why I miss that place so much, when I miss it. (last Monday)

the view upriver at sunset. Ditto the last caption.
(And that big scary bridge is only 1008 feet long--I've walked across it several times. Once or twice I was even sober.) 

what was left of my manicure from 'spa night' with college BFF's daughter after 2 days (which included packing the car, driving, and unpacking the car). I'm rough on my nails! But this shows off her mad skillz. :))

almost every time I return from a trip to the old town, I bring back something for someone else.
This time, I got something for myself: a Polish pottery bowl, just big enough to sit next to me
on the ledge right by the computer (it's maybe 18" from my left shoulder).
Just because I liked it.

[the title quotation is by Lewis Hine]