aka. the little brother.
aka. mr smart-ass.
This happened yesterday as I opened the door for him to come in and he told me the sky looked rather pretty. And he was right, I did rush out with my tiny camera (and by camera, I mean phone) sans shoes, (because nothing beats running onto concrete barefoot) and literally leaped over my fence. I don't even remember why I was so excited. But that adrenaline turned me into a gold-medal-worthy hurdlelist. Ok, according to my spell check "hurdlelist" isn't even a word.
I need to stop going off on tangents.
So anyways, the point of this post was to say that my adrenaline-fuelled brain compelled me to yell out "I'm going for a jog!!!" to my mum and sprint out the door.
She doesn't need to know that I was actually running around the neighborhood like a spastic, taking pictures of the cotton candy-like clouds and orange sunset, suffering momentary heart attacks because I unsuspectingly walked past a house with a rabid dog, given suspicious looks by people standing on their front lawn, given suspicious looks by stray cats, getting stalked by stray cats, and yelling at my camera because it wouldn't focus properly. And guess what? At that exact moment, the resident had turned into their drive way and got out of their car. So basically, they heard me talking to the tree outside of their house.
I also noticed that my neighborhood looks so different when you're not driving by in a car. Strange, really.
So if you don't have instagram! Here are some of the photographs in all their unedited glory!
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