Rocky.

This week has felt particularly so. 

I've stopped acknowledging certain things, but they do creep in around the periphery.  Like my hair.  Startled to see the dimensions of my hair in shadow, it gets bigger and bigger.  It's like living with a friendly animal.

I discovered this pretty building that I didn't know was there, it's a civic garden club.  It's dormant until, well, whenever, I guess.  But it was nice to find. (extra)