I should be sleepin' instead of dreamin' about you.

Or rather, doing research instead of photographing and blogging about nonsense.

Highlight of my Saturday: a package that said Saturday Delivery. I kept singing John Mayer's little monologue from the Charleston show allll dayyy, "Saturday delivery, I love my Saturday deliveryyyy; Electronics, sensophonics..." 

Random bunch of shasta daisies growing in the yard. He demanded to smell each and every bud. 

bwahaha. what a face. 

I have a thing for the light coming through my glass door around 6pm. 

This bug has been sitting on the shasta daisy since about 3 pm. He's kinda cool.