I've wanted to do this challenge ever since some fashion blog I follow did it of her town, New York City. It was really interesting to see different points of view from a city I know so little about, and you can read this post here, if you feel inclined to do so.
What I did was yesterday afternoon I walked around my street--barefoot, I might add--with Hope's camera in my hands. I'm pretty sure I looked odd to everyone driving around in their expensive, shiny-rimmed pickup trucks, but hey; I homeschool. People don't really know my face as well as you guys do.
Because I homeschool. Get it? Because I stay inside all day? Because I've become a pasty-skinned, pudgy looking zombie that no one from my old middle school days can recognize?
So you don't get it.
That's okay. I was hoping you wouldn't get it anyway.
It's fine, I swear it is.
Hmm. Let's just get on with the photos, shall we?
No, I'm sorry. I have an extremely waning attention span, and, in my attempts to not give away where I am (though, you know, as most of the people who read this blog do know where I live--like Marchog and her mother, and all of the NFP board members--and/or live with me--I'm looking straight at you, Hope--just bear with me), I have to be discreet. Or, as discreet as this blog is, which hasn't traveled that deeply into the realm of privacy.
Just think of me as a pasty-white spy.
... I have a joke to insert right now, but I can't decide whether or not I'll be racist if I write it down.
Okay, think of me as a British spy. I have to keep my location hidden at all times. I have to be stealthy.
And to do that, I can't exactly take very many pictures of my street. But to make up for it, I'll show you some pictures of my cat, Peeves.
|Here he is, looking at Hope, sleeping on my favorite comforter.|
|And here he is, yelling at my dog, Seamus, who is also sleeping on my favorite comforter.|
-- Hannah Rachel