Showing posts with label marginal notes/mind doodles. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 14, 2009

A Cube With a View

Today has been a slow one in the office. My work is done, and while I am certainly not lacking things that I could be doing, I’m not seeking out any new projects either. I prefer to spend afternoons like these looking at pretty things online. Here are some things that I like to look at other than my computer screen or the walls behind my desk...

I spend lots of time daydreaming on Country Living. Look at the fourth picture in the series. Such a bright bedroom. I love the colors and all of the space it has. And I also love this one. The very last picture is of a little girl's room, with dress-up clothes hanging near the bed. It is the essence of girlhood. It reminds me of playing dressup when I was little. I had a canopy bed that I was in love with. It was a bed for a princess. Best 5th birthday present ever.

I also love finding pictures of places I'd rather be than at work. How about this one? I feel like I could write a whole story around this picture.

Rain's 'A Comin'

Driving to work today, the air was charged with the energy of an impending rain shower. The sky was light grey, with spots of white where the sun was trying to peek through.


One of the first things I noticed was the mini-tornado of pink flower petals that swirled through the parking lot of our apartment complex. It was stunning and unexpected. The air was warm, but the wind was picking up quickly.

I love the first few minutes before the rain starts on days like this. Summer showers tend to happen that way. A few distant rumbles of thunder, a more insistent wind, and that tiny instant of panic that you get when you’re outside and you know the storm’s coming. I don’t know if this is left over from our days living as nomads, or if we carry this panic with us from childhood when we’re rushed indoors from playing outside as soon as the raindrops begin. Either way, the moment wouldn’t be as exciting if it wasn’t for the tiny panic that courses through your veins.