crosswalking

Magical, breakthrough discovery. There I was, charging my phone (or should I say, "phone"? Great for photos, silly for actual talking). I had it plugged into my laptop, and (lo and behold!) I can upload my phone photos right into iPhoto. Astounding. And embarrassing, considering I had been previously taking the longest road possible to retrieve my stranded phone photos. "Hey, what a great photo here on my old phone-o. Guess I better start up the 9-step plan..."

1. Flip through phone photos

2. Choose a photo

3. Email said photo to self

4. Repeat steps 1-3 until desired batch o' photos is "sent"

5. Wait a long time for photos to arrive in inbox

6. Check inbox again. Repeat.

7. Okay, now open one self-emailed photo

8. Download it to desktop

9. Repeat steps 7-8 until desired batch o' photos is "downloaded"

("quotes" unnecessary for "downloaded," but it makes it "funnier")

With all the these "steps" it was "hard" to get all of my "photos" "downloaded" on my "laptop." Okay, no more "  ." For a while. Back to celebrating the fact that now all my little phone photos are right here on my old computer friend. And flipping through them, I realize how many I had forgotten. Many of these freshly recovered shots were taken eons ago with this movement blog in mind. 

So for today, here's a slightly insane walking series I took while cruising down some Brooklyn streets last spring. Fortunately I was not run over by a truck while drifting face-down across the crosswalk. 

These shots remind me of how desperately I want to run around in my spring jacket right now. Devil may care. Oh, to breeze around in a light scarf. Or a "light scarf." Quotation marks! Get some!

Spring fever. At a fever pitch.

Spring's coming. I think. The sky is getting there. The air is getting there. We'll probably be slammed again with snow and cold once or twice, but I can dream as I walk the dog down the street. What if I took this hat off? No. Haven't washed my hair. My good-lookin' puppy is showing me up again. I've got to step up my fashion game. Or my "fashion game." That's probably the best use of " " yet. Wouldn't you say?

What was I saying? Ah, yes. Walking. Down the street. Brooklyn. One fine spring day. Where was I going? Can't remember. And who cares. It's how I got there.