Picnic
The Call: Not a Picnic — Jessica
It was too hot and muggy outside for a picnic today, and besides it kept threatening to rain. So we pulled out the art supplies instead.
I’m in a bit of photographic rut. And then I saw this and it all made sense: Thinking is hard. Snapshots are easy. Thinking is hard, and tiring. And I’ve been too tired to think. As my hero, Scarlett, would say, “Tomorrow is another day.”
(And yes, Cheryl, I did join in with the art supplies and even made an art journal page. At least the background. I think I know what I’ll write once it is dried. And then I’ll take a snapshot. ; )
Response: Few Picnics for this Basket Cheryl
This is a Longaberger picnic basket. Next to my bed, it (along with a couple of others) acts as my nightstand and holds old letters. I can’t see myself emptying it out for a picnic anytime soon.
I can’t wait to see it, Jessica. I liked the post on snapshots. He made some good points. Oh, and I could wave to you from my end of the rut. : )
I don’t know about you, but this rut is getting worn and deep! Nice phone! : )