There is no denying it. However I am also a dog lady. Ever since I was 7 and got my first disposable camera, my favorite subject for ~photography~ practice was our animals.
Marshmallow will not stand for any bullshit.
I used to try to recreate the Glamour Shots backdrops from the mall in our kitchen. This usually consisted of me hanging up a towel and/or colorful tablecloth in the doorway and cajoling various pets of ours to sit in front of it and post while I snapped away on my disposable Kodak.
Needless to say, I put Ansel Adams to shame.
Cricket is one of the sweetest dogs we've ever had. She also seems to look perpetually befuddled.
Now, I just take pictures of our animals whenever I think they’re looking particularly cute. Which is almost always.
They're always together. I wish we had named them Pongo and Perdita.
It’s just for fun. Besides a stint in photography club in 10th grade, I’m not the most skilled photographer. I just take pictures of things I like, and sometimes I post them on my blog. Because why not?
He's never taken a bad picture in his life.
Coker Arboretum in the fall
Found some older pictures I took at UNC. I loved the Arboretum in the fall. And the Spring. And covered in snow.
Okay, I just love the arboretum. It made me like snow…which is a thing that I, as a Floridian, naturally distrust.
Now I feel like I need to listen to some James Taylor.
OK. One thing I miss about winter: my reindeer mug.
And orange cake with chocolate ganache instead of frosting. But let’s be real: that is a cake that does well in any season.
My mother’s Cassia tree just screams ‘summer’ to me as well, even though I took these photos in November. Minor detail.
I like to think of it as my kindred plant spirit. That sounds really deep at 4:15 am, but I really only feel that way because my name is Cassie.
…the Nanny reruns, Real Housewives of New Jersey, and reading whatever the hell I feel like reading (and thesis research, but I’m still pretending that doesn’t exist for one more day).
But summer also means raspberries on sale. Raspberries for dessert.
I love summer.
And then when I get down to it, I haven’t the faintest idea what to say. I feel like I have all this untapped creativity surging around in my brain and not a single clue as to how to release it. It may not even be untapped creativity (how pretentious does that sound?), but I’m feeling restless and write-y lately (totally a word, don’t bother looking it up). Maybe I should start keeping a personal journal again, or just start writing crap into a word document? I’m not sure what I want to write, it may not channel into blogging.
I could start writing proper blog posts instead of just midnight ramblings. I did promise more pictures. Here’s a few I took at the Ren Faire in January!
These were terrifying
Aw yeah, deep fried Snickers. Although really, not as good as I was hoping. It was rather mushy. Next time I'll try fried pickles because I feel like a bad Southerner for never having had them.
This lady just brought her baby goat to hang out at the fair! I don't think she was working at any of the booths....she was just like "think I'll take my goat out for a day at the fair." So precious.
In other news, I should not have eaten that garlic knot. I can hear my morning breath cackling sinisterly in the distance.