A Street in Pictures.

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.

*evil glare*

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.

I hope you had a nice time, waking up an hour early for church!

Ciao!

-- Hannah Rachel