If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you?

I've had a couple disposable cameras hanging around the house for quite a while. I finally took them in to be developed the other day, picked them up yesterday, and looked at them just now. The one goes all the way back to Easter: there are some adorable pictures of Rosa on her first egg hunt. There is also a picture of my beloved Flora-cat lying dead on the floor. She died in April.

And there are pix from my September trips to Boston and Toronto, of Quinn and DevilMuse and Eponine. Miss you guys.

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If I was a work of art, I would be Salvador Dali's Persistence of Memory. I am a surreal landscape composed of several disjointed and bizarre components. I like to keep an eye on the time, although the very concept is fluid for me. People are never sure what they are seeing when they look at me. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

Me too-ing.