Early morning sun in my neighborhood.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Last Sunday I tried a new coffee place-my usual haunt was not open due to a staff over-sleep. I was not thrilled here. The young man who worked there was spouting his political/social theories. Not what I wanted to hear at 6:30 on a Sunday, especially since they did not happen to coincide with mine. I had to call bullshit at him. I won't be going back.
Hint: if you're going to try to talk politics with a customer, pretend you agree with her and talk about her after work with your friends. I'm just sayin'.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
If you've been reading for a while, you understand the importance of my morning coffee ritual. During the week, it's one place and one place only. There are several people I've come to know for three minutes a day. One of them is M, with whom I became acquainted because I fell in love with her dog in the parking lot. He waits so patiently while she makes the coffee run. This is his last stop before doggie day care each morning. The photo is a bit milky because it's taken through the car window, but I love the attentive look on his face.
Sis, this one's for you.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
My name (for those of you who did not already know) is Claire Ryan.
I am afraid that you have to register to vote, but it might be worth your time-there are some wonderful photographs on this site. The competition is stiff.