2011: Day 141

The day of the Rapture that wasn't. 

It's difficult to belong to a generation that is constantly being told that our world is going to end. 

It's all well and good for 89 year old men to stand on their soapboxes and talk about judgment day, but maybe I want to discover love and have fat babies and grow old too. 

2011: Day 140

My chicken pox smile back at me. 

For all the horror I possesed at my appearance for the last several days, today I found my deformity hilarious.

(My face is so much grosser than this though!)

2011: Day 139

Thank you to Jessica, who not only took this picture, but also made this emotionally accurate mask to preserve my vanity.

(I'm actually feeling a lot better today.)

2011: Day 138

The view from where I spend all my time these days.

2011: Day 137

I am reminded of the story about a little boy who is given a ball of twine that is his own life thread. He is able to snip bits off and skip through the boring or challenging parts. But before he knows it, the ball is very small and he is an old man full of regret.

On days like this one, I'd take some scissors to my own ball of twine.

2011: Day 136

Jessica and Jacob made this Time Machine yesterday, but tinkered with it today. 

I think it's pretty great.

2011: Day 135

This photograph of one small, wet baby groundhog marks my 500th "picture of the day".