Why didn’t I get a mirror with a magnifier at the dollar store when I was there? I wouldn’t have to take close up photos of my eyeball. However, I did get to mess around with the photo some.
Two effects have been used on this piece here. I highlighted the edges then went over the image with a very light charcoal, that’s all. After the dust particle was removed I had nothing to do, except play with the photo.
I slept well. I had a pretty good night after swallowing 1mg of clonapin and 50 mg of Trazadone. Who knew that would knock me out cold. Today I need to do some things around the house, clean poor Cappy’s yard and run the sweeper. I have a book I’ve been meaning to get into called Moon Women. While Barney Fife halfway mowed the yard I read a few pages.
Some stuff in Barney’s life is kind of upside down right now. The singles club he’s been in for 12 years was disbanned by some old geezers that couldn’t appreciate the need for socialization. Despite Roberts Laws the group was still closed the group and they had to leave the church where it was held. In the last 2 weeks I’ve heard more about Barney’s ex-wife than I have the whole time I’ve been here. He’s feeling a bit of loss right now. I knew that would hit him hard. No one expected this to happen. As a matter of fact it was the new board members that railroaded everyone then got the paster of the church to over-ride Roberts Laws and kick the group out of the church. It all happened in one night. All dances, all picnics, all concerts simply disappeared. That’s a serious blow and loss. So he’s been home more…sigh……. which means I see him more….sigh…It’s best if we don’t see each other often. That lack of contact is what keeps our roommate-ship possible. He’s gotta find a girlfriend! Anybody interested in a Barney Fife look-alike with serious issues of cleanliness, detachment issues, lack of personal boundaries and the inability to keep a job? He will keep your boundaries but he himself has none.
The kitten is looking over my shoulder right now. He’s kinda making me nervous. He can’t just sit behind me like that. Doesn’t he know I have PTSD? He’s so insensitive!
Joan of Arc
I love what you did with those photos–very cool!
The only man I would allow into my life right now is a drag queen that loved to clean and decorate and wanted no sex from me ever. I have my own hoarding issues and Barney sounds like someone I’d have to kill. I don’t have two brain cells to rub together anymore so I’d probably get caught because I couldn’t think of a good place to hide the body!
Awwww, I hope Barney finds something to do soon. How sad.
That kitty looking over your shoulder gave me a real laugh. Big brother is watching.
Very cool pictures. Who knew a close-up of an eyeball could make such an interesting piece?
So glad you got all that good sleep last night.
I wasn’t expecting a big eyeball to be staring at me when I went to your blog. Geez louise, give a gal some warning!
I feel sorry for Barney, and sorry for you that he’s around the house more. I would take him off your hands . . . but I don’t want to and you can’t make me. Guess I’m just not desperate for a man any more!
The eyeball shot made me laugh! That was funny. It also appears that kitty is a real ham. You know, he wasn’t sitting back there to annoy you. He knows what a camera and looks to me like he was primped and posed.
I’d have to lay the law down pretty darn quick if Barney was hanging around me to much. Oh, I can’t stand that! Maybe he and “the guys” can find another game room really quick.
Was your intention to make me laugh? Because you did.