It was a dark and stormy morning. Fortunately my perpetual tardiness saved me from being caught in the torrential downpour. See, there's always a silver lining. Is it possible that I'm not depressed anymore? When I say shit like that you'll think I'm cured.

It's way to work wednesday, again. While passing by the store fronts on 16th street I saw this delicate Japanese paper umbrella mobile hanging in the window of EyeDare. Since it's a grey day I went with a nostalgic black and white effect. This weekly "way to work" project is making me stop, even if just for a minute, and take notice of that which I normally ignore. I'm liking the contrived structure. Though I have mixed feelings about how quickly seven days feel like they pass when you catalog them like this. Which reminds me of the ever increasing panic I'm having about my limited time here on earth. See, doesn't take long for me to rip a hole in any silver lining.

Those who are awake live in a constant state of amazement. — Jack Kornfield