Typical market conversations

standing in line in front of Alex, when a pale nearly bald guy walks in.
Alex, excitedly nudges me "look! look! that guy looks just like pooh!"
me "ours or the real one?"
"the real one"
I giggle, "you think all old guys look like him"
Ignoring me, lost in his mind "ohh man, I'd love to drink with him"
"what do you think he'd drink?"
"vodka. obviously..."

we pay & walk outside 
Alex stops short, "what did you mean by ours or the real one? we don't have one--"
"of course we do!" cutting him off, "you won me a big stuffed one at woodstock fair, he's wearing a fishing hat"
"what are you talking about?! there's no way in hell I'd win you a giant stuffed Putin! that just says awful things about us as a couple..."
"wait, we weren't just talking about what booze winnie the pooh would drink?"
not missing a beat, "well it is and it isn't. in russia everyone drinks vodka. even winnie the pooh"

<3

Every year I panic when my birthday comes around. I collect a bunch of goals and ideas that have swirled around my brain for the past year...& a panic button switches on. 

The above is what I came up with. Most are works in progress....but I've conquered 4/10.

So I'm feeling optimistic...bring it, 27.

A New Beginning

Well here we are in April. 

February was not what I wanted or hoped or thought it would be.

 March wasn't either.

Sickness & heartbreak; crap chute & death. 

Such is life....

It brings you to the lowest point you think you could be,

and yet you keep going

But now it's April. Green is starting to poke out of brown.
& Even more official...the antique shop opened yesterday!

I've recently come across a telephoto lens & a fisheye.
So the above pics may seem strange but I'm still playing around & learning about them.
Both were taken at my parents' house, which we have named "Brookside".