Voting for corruption

I read this morning that the Illinois House of Representatives voted to impeach Governor Rod Blagojevich, for reasons that you’re all aware of if you haven’t lived under a rock for the past couple months. Really, the guy should have been impeached a long time ago just for his hair, but that’s a whole other blog post.

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Back to the grind

We’ve now returned to what has become the normal routine for us. Sleep, eat, work, play with Zozer and study. As we were starting classes this term, I thought that it’s much like taking a deep breath before going under water for an extended period of time. When we’re in class, everything else sort of fuzzes out to a murky haze that’s just out of reach. No time for anything but the bare, basic necessities to get through life.

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Friday/Monday

New art in Zoe’s cubby this morning when I dropped her off at school. Made peeling her off me while she yelled, “No!” with tears rolling down her cheeks a little easier. Okay, not really.

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“Daddy, come dance with me.”

Zoe asked Daddy to dance to Little Drummer Boy with her. Of course, he obliged. I shot this in the darkroom using only natural light from the window. Because there was no strong light source, I cranked my ISO up to 1600 and was able to shoot hand-held. The high ISO gives a soft, grainy quality to the image, which I think works well both because of her expression and the general mood (after this dance she took her afternoon nap, which means she was seriously winding down).

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View from the darkroom

Shot this out the window of the darkroom tonight. Thought it was ironic that the view from the darkroom was so full of beautiful light. Maybe it’s an omen for a photographic 2009. That’s how I’m gonna read it, anyway.

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Agenda: nothing

On the way home from work tonight, after picking up Zozer from school, my mind wandered to the probable events of the evening. We’d most likely play with some of Zozer’s new toys in the library, maybe read a book or two. Dinner. Pick up the toys. Watch the lights, and then put her down for the night. And then…

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85

Today is my Granny’s 85th birthday. She wouldn’t like me to use expletives to describe her (actually, she doesn’t like it when I curse at all), but she’s a damn fine woman. Here’s to 85, Gran…I hope you have a wonderful day!

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