The weeping cherry was beginning to approach Melvillean dimensions in my inability to photograph it in good light, so this afternoon before my phone appointment I ran out with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and my camera, determined to give it one last try before impermanence caught up with either of us. Fortunately, since neither the tree nor I were in a novel by Melville (or Miéville), it worked out.
( We came for the fight, we stayed for the party. )
Rob meticulously documented the making of last night's lemon cake. I am especially pleased with the action shots. I am still running a low-grade fever and my airways hate me and I feel like hell, but since I ran up and down the equivalent of six flights of stairs and my oxygen saturation still tests high normal for sea level, I think I can ease off worrying about pneumonia. We are thinking of baking a coffee cake next.
spatch and my camera, determined to give it one last try before impermanence caught up with either of us. Fortunately, since neither the tree nor I were in a novel by Melville (or Miéville), it worked out.( We came for the fight, we stayed for the party. )
Rob meticulously documented the making of last night's lemon cake. I am especially pleased with the action shots. I am still running a low-grade fever and my airways hate me and I feel like hell, but since I ran up and down the equivalent of six flights of stairs and my oxygen saturation still tests high normal for sea level, I think I can ease off worrying about pneumonia. We are thinking of baking a coffee cake next.
