(Imaginary) Photo Essay

In this spirit of celebrating the banal, as the blogdom so often does, I present my imaginary photo-essay of this corner of the blogosphere:

Radmila – leaning back from her computer laughing. A cigarette burns away unattended in a nearby ashtray. A glass of wine (or steaming cup of tea) sits beside the computer. In the background The Mister looks over from the open refrigerator bemused, but happy that Rada’s happy.

Dantallion – Out walking the dog (?) at the same time that others in the neighborhood go out. While the dogs frolic in the snow he amiably chats with the other owners, somehow making the frigid winter in Montreal seem like a warm place.

Ice Queen – Dressed for work, dropping the Ice Prince off at school. A complex emotion plays across her face, puzzled, worried and relieved all at once. Hootchie Mama is also there providing contrast to Icy’s comportment and balancing the image.

SisterStacey – At shimmying practice. A Degas-like image, without any retouches.

Mikevil – I thought the image conjured in this post was perfect. Well before the idiot said something anyway.

Crabby - Curled up on the couch with a book, a blanket, and a beverage unwinding after work. A cat admires her from the armrest on the far side of the sofa.

Lynda. - Splayed across her bed, paying no heed to the chaos that is her room languidly she peruses a book while one finger wags in time with the music playing on the stereo.

Me – Hmm, so many choices, perhaps sitting at the corner of Adelaide and York in front of the Strbucks with Stephen. Beside us suits are out for a smoke and the couriers are gathered, chatting waiting for their next delivery. A cigarette hangs from my right hand as I talk animatedly about something.