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Turn Around, Bright Eyes

Originally uploaded by bethaf.
People are worth a couple thousand pictures each. I wish I had a secret high-quality camera that could take pictures for me discreetly.

I wanted to walk along the beach this afternoon, but didn't get a chance before it got dark. And now I don't know if it's sketchy or if I'm just a little bit paranoid. Also, it was spitting, and I'm notorious for disliking the rain. So it might be another quiet night in after all.

Thanks for the emails and e-cards (I love Hoops and Yo-Yo, so FIVE cards in FIVE minutes was wonderful, Lyds), the phone calls, two text messages (in all honesty, I didn't recognize the # of either sender, and they didn't tell me their names. But whoever you are...thanks) and the one bouquet of flowers. I was petrified as to who sent turned out alright.


Karen said…
You take beautiful photos, Beth. You have a great eye. I'm jealous but I'm trying hard not to be. Looking forward to seeing more of your photography.
Beth said…
Karen! you are my picture-taking HERO....and it's true what they say about taking a bajillion pictures - I took over 50, and ended up with 3 that I am pleased with.
steph hsieh said…
dear beth,
happy birthday =) hope it was a great day today. welcome to 22! now how does that make you feel? =p Hope it will be better than 21 but not as much as 23 will be.
steph =)

ps, i hope your wee bit of paranoia will soon dissipate because taking a walk on the beach in the dark is glorious.

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