Patinated Ponies
This is the place where I put my favorite photos that I've taken, and thoughts that I've... thought. Rarely will I reblog, but if a photo or quote is so inspiring, it may find its way on here.
"Patina" is my favorite word, and I, um, really like ponies. I might be five, I might be twenty.
Feel free to email me at: skp5n at virginia dot edu
Back to Metaphors
So I’m not going to link these because I’m lazy… but I think y’all will get it.
This weekend, I had some ice cream. And it was delicious. Or, in other words, I allowed myself a short story. And as I always feel about short stories, I wish it were longer (okay, I really don’t mean it in that way, haha) but it wouldn’t have been the story that I loved if it were different.
Also this weekend, however, I learned a little something about that author that made me a very unhappy camper. And I think it’s a really good sign that I am mad at him, and not myself. Because this? This is what I was talking about when I was saying that all good riders fall off a lot. I’m taking risks. This one didn’t work out perfectly. But that’s not a failure of mine. That just means that I’m alive. That I’m riding.
Happy Birthday to Me! (but really).
