So, I'm once again carrying my camera with me everywhere. On Saturday, running errands, with Matt, finally, a sliver of blue shown through the sky that had been grey since... Wednesday. "Take a picture," Matt told me, and I took several.
"That white part? It's like the Akron Mountains," he tells me. "And then there's sky, and real clouds, the grey, up above."
"Um, no," I reply, and refuse to discuss the topic any more. "You obviously didn't grow up in Colorado. And you don't get it." But I'm not mad, becuase I know he's trying to make me like Akron, make me think it's beautiful, make me happy again.
Finally, on our way home, the grey clouds have been defeated by the blue, and the happy, fluffy white, and we stop by the Nature Realm Metro Park and I we checked out one of the trails. And...
I'm not posting the 300 photos I took of the bush where the butterfly just was. Just imagine that I only took this one photo, and it's amazing. (No, really, check out the close up.)
Then... to prove to everyone, especially my family and the nay-sayers back in the Lou, that I don't live in the ghetto of Akron, here's where I live:
Very pretty. I'd write more, and post more pictures, but... Pete is in town, and we're drinking beer and watching Family Guy. Sorry.