Two Birds Peck at Dead Grass.

• Garden.
• A Pub Upstairs.
• Glaucoma.
• Walmart.
• Human Japanese.
• Two Birds Peck at Dead Grass.

Watching two birds peck at the dead grass in my garden, is reminding me of my next project. Come up with a design for the back yard. Time to sketch. Then find the funds. Sometimes when I look in my wallet I tend to see the face of my father, the money maker of the family. The business man. The controlling Jew of whom I love. A confusing combination of the holiest of crap. 

Time to work with photoshop.. Trying to think of some sort of picture collaboration I can do. For my photoshop final, I was given 6 photos. I had to choose five, and then I have to put them all together. It looks something like this. 

Weird, I know. I wish I had more time to finish the reflections on the bottom. But now, I want to make another one.. just for fun. I should find 5 random photos on Google images and just o from there. 

Literally of the top of my head - bird, bike, building, book, bank. I have NO idea why they're all starting with B's .. pretty weird. Ok, I'm going to type in each word and see pick my favorite ones.. Yeah, picking my favs might be considered cheating, but hey, I'm just goofing around with photoshop! 

Oh God, what am I doing! Well, It's going to be a challenge, that's for sure.. Ugh.. I should have picked that bike.. It just caught my eye.. It was solo unusual. Oh well.. I'll post the finished product in the next post. 

Cheers,

Em

4E Visitor Parking Lot.

Finished.
Sun entering.
Mira Costa.
New video game.
4E Vistor Parking Lot.

"You're working way too hard over there." The elderly gentlemen said.
"Oh, yeah." I said not knowing really knowing how to respond.
I'm sitting here on a bench at a parking lot waiting for my mother to pick me up from college, doesn't necessarily ring the cool bells.

Fast forward 4 weeks. With no car, I'm incapable of seeing my friends in L.A. If only I spoke Oceansideian.. a complex language which includes a lot of "Hi There!"s and "Oh, that sounds interesting, tell me more."s

I'm used to L.A. I listening to other people instead of actually talking myself.. aww the good life.

Now both parents, in my time of depression, are actually upset with my lack of the San Diego language .

Now that we have Life out of the way, on to Media. As the earlier posts stated, I'm redecorating my house. Is that even possible with three Alphas in the house. Anyway, for the living room walls I am gathering old vintage photos of my parents on their honeymoon in France, the theme of the home at the moment.

Cheers, 

Em