A Brief Moment

In about thirty seconds from the moment this serene picture was snapped, the subject experienced a little internal combustion.

I told the subject that I would like to take a close up of just his eyes. He interpreted this request as a desire to photograph just ONE EYE and proceeded to wrestle one of his eyes closed for almost five whole minutes. While moving around at top speed.

And accosting the photographer.

About thirty seconds after this shot was taken the subject (with a mouth full of Cheetos) engaged in complete calm. It never ceases to amaze the photographer what a hypnotic affect Scooby Doo has on this subject.


Things are progressing here at the Williamson Ranch. Papers are being shuffled. Loans are being discussed. Packages are being sent. Aprons are being worked on for orders. Bushes are being hacked down in a symbolic action (like a prayer) that this house will still be ours years from now. Hell, we're just hoping it will be ours months from now. Corset patterns are being looked up for a very special wedding project for a friend. Business registry numbers are being reinstated. This year's pickles are being sampled.

My head is kind of spinning. The maid job is no longer available. Keep looking. Secretly hoping I won't have to go to work. Secretly hoping tons of orders will pour in, but feel guilty hoping for such when I just had a nice bunch of orders go out.

What the hell is up with this shorthand I'm apparently using? I am amazingly distracted right now. Not a very together person. I'm not acting like my normal pragmatic, grounded, rock of a human being. There is too much to do and I can't keep it all sorted. So I think I'll cut this ramble short and go get some of it under control.