My bathroom in my parents' house has green curtains. 
Still amidst the chaos, unintentional art lingers in the midday glare.
I felt like taking pictures of myself.
Narcissistic? Perhaps.
Artistic? Let’s go with that.
The mirror is in the bedroom I have slept in at Grandma Norman’s duplex in Tallahassee for the few days before every Christmas that I can remember. I never paid any attention to the photograph stuck into the frame of the mirror until I saw it reflected in the pictures I was taking. Funny, I had to see the photograph within my own picture to finally notice it. Also reflected in the mirror was writing on the back of the photograph…
“Miss Elizabeth Nix” is printed on a small card, maybe a calling card, which is taped to the back of the photograph. Under the printed calligraphy, I recognize my grandma’s handwriting, “1915 (May).” Also in her handwriting above the calling card is “Elizabeth Nix Rossetter.”
The addition of the last name was my first clue that she was related to my grandma, as that was her maiden name. Grandma’s in bed, so I asked my mom who she was. Turns out she is my great-grandmother. Unplanned, but fascinating. I wouldn’t exist without that woman, and there she was reflected in my picture. I don’t know how old she was at the time, or why that picture was taken, but as the shutter clicked, generations collided.
My middle name is Elizabeth.
Chains hold up the swing that stands in the middle of my parents' backyard. A porch swing, sans porch. The chains broke once, sending my friends and I on a quick trip to the ground, unable to breathe through the laughter. Chains fixed, the swing stands alone, surrounded by grass and sometimes water, as our pond overflows during hurricane season. Yet the chains held fast ever since, suspending the swing over the floods. The swing has been a witness to innocent love, the depths of friendship, and bonfires in the summer. A blanket incident makes me blush, and only the swing knew the truth.
(The above pictures were ones I liked from previous days.)
Experimenting with darkness. Mediocre. A picture a day is hard.
So lazy today. I had the whole day to go somewhere and take some pictures of something I don't see every day, but I didn't. I don't know why. Just lazy.
I couldn't decide which picture I wanted to post, so I decided today would be a two picture day. I like the top picture because the rain drops in the net sparkle and the background is interesting even though it's blurry. 
Frustrated.
