Day Fifteen

This actually looked really pretty -- the branches were wet and there were berries that stood out, shiny and red, against them.  But I was walking, and my camera phone blurred the image.

Day Fourteen

I walk under this telephone pole every day and never noticed that this tree is attacking it.  And apparently nobody else has noticed either, because it's supposed to be dangerous for branches to be tangled in wire -- or so I thought.

Day Thirteen

I used to be slightly grossed out by staples on telephone poles like this, and I'm not sure why, but it doesn't bother me so much anymore to look at them.

Day Twelve

Here is Devin, again, because I like her bangs.

Day Eleven

I like this bag.  It's simple, but nice.

Day Ten

My friend Devin bruised herself while engaging in a bloody, epic battle with her classmates in the theatre school.

Day Nine

This is a beaded clutch that I own -- I like how it looks like rays of sunshine.