I had a whole obnoxious photo essay planned, beginning with a picture of me emerging cougar-like out of a cave and ending with a picture of a priapic Jesus sculpture formed entirely from crystals purchased in Manitou Springs. Unfortunately, Elegant Choice deleted all of the good pictures off the camera because he is terrible, so you will have to make do with these. Here is a picture of a super-symbolic mural found in the Denver airport:
I couldn't find a title, but no doubt it goes something like
Zombie Rainbow Hitler Stabbing a Dove in Some Ruins. Or perhaps simply Dovestab.
I was posing like a bear in this one, but that doesn't really come across, considering that the light has somehow turned me into a heavily-makeupped man from the seventies. I appear to belong to the cast of
Bonanza. I'm thinking author photo, people.
Smiling is the worst, but maybe you like it.
Colorado was delicious, and now I am home!
I couldn't find a title, but no doubt it goes something like Zombie Rainbow Hitler Stabbing a Dove in Some Ruins. Or perhaps simply Dovestab.
I was posing like a bear in this one, but that doesn't really come across, considering that the light has somehow turned me into a heavily-makeupped man from the seventies. I appear to belong to the cast of Bonanza. I'm thinking author photo, people.
Smiling is the worst, but maybe you like it.
Colorado was delicious, and now I am home!
10 comments:
Wow, I need to go to Colarado (or at least get at layover there) just to see that mural in person!
I like the shirt you are wearing in these photos. The purple looks so vibrant.
Purple is THE BEST, it is completely for kings!
I kept waiting for you to show up at my front door, ice cream cake in hand--though I was a little apprehensive, wondering what you might do with it when you got here. Alas, I didn't have to worry.
Well, you know what ladies love to do with cakes.
A freaking teddy bear. NOW I'm jealous.
TEDDY BEAR, how dare you, Raymond Smuckles is an American Curl!
The last photo is my choice for the author photo. I am glad you are home. You are weirder than I am and I felt very alone.
love,
R
ps. by weirder I meant brilliant and genius.
pss. I became so despondent when you were gone I shaved ALL the hair off my arms. ALL of my arms. I don't wish you to suffer guilt, still, it has not been a pleasant growing-back-in experience and the razor left marks that made me look like a 60 Minutes "cutter" so I was forced to wear long sleeves in our sweltering 49° Seattle weather and then because of the inappropriate clothing I had to wear black lipstick and stick sew a button to my lip so everything matched, a compulsion of mine.
Love,
Rebecca
REBECCA, Bare Arms, My Smoothness in Extremity! Your remarks are triplets of joy in my belly--you inseminate me with sunshine.
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