Polymorphously Creative

St. Francis of Assisi Roman Catholic Church in Staunton.

These are the stoplights at the end of my block, reminding the a-holes who speed down my historic one way street that we have intersections.  Message does not seem to have been received by everyone.

I got a Nikon D3000 in March and have been wandering around taking odd pictures of things at strange angles ever since.  The Shenandoah valley is really photogenic in conventional and unconventional ways.

Last week I cut the dickens out of myself shaving my legs so I could wear a skirt to Mass.

I’ll let you mull that over. “She was shaving her legs to appear more nubile for the Lord…” 

Making lemonade out of a painful lemon I took some pictures with the intention of titling them “Beauty” as a feminist commentary on the painful things women do to be pretty.

Then again, I might not be the best poised woman in the world to make a feminist commentary on beauty, since I was shaving my legs for church and I own two pairs of deathly high stilletto heels.  Contradiction.

Gratuitous Picture of Yourself Wednesday

This is the elevator in the main academic building of my college.  I would be remiss not to admit that every time I’m in there alone I’m sorely tempted to remove the tape.

I have really loved living in a town where the barbershop has an old-timey striped pole.

In case you ever wondered what three hundred and some books look like packed into boxes and tubs.  There are actually twelve boxes there - two are hiding behind the tubs.

(I’m moving)

I’d really love to know who’s car this is, because clearly he is a bamf.

I was delighted to see this whimsical sign out walking around taking pictures of one of Staunton’s historic areas.