number one hundred and two: riding my bike at night.

number one hundred and one: my graphic fiction class.

The class is actually full, but I took the picture before it was underway.

number one hundred: late night green tea.

Wow. One hundred days of love? Who saw this coming? Certainly not I!
Thanks for the comments, the pictures you've sent in, adding me to your bookmarks, or just stopping by... you've made them a rewarding one hundred days!

number ninety-nine: baking.

The only time we bake is on "Fuck It All" days... this is one of those days. This post was supposed to be number ninety-nine: red balloons, but the baking took precedence over the buying and blowing up of balloons.

number ninety-eight: dancing.

number ninety-seven: non-sexual life partners.

number ninety-six: boots.

TGIF and all...

So we'll see you on Sunday?

number ninety-five: taking a risk.

Although not the particular risk I am alluding to, getting a coffee from a Coffee Time in downtown Toronto is always a risk.

number ninety-four: just hanging out.

number ninety-three: high heels.

number ninety-two: tams.

number ninety-one: really, really liking someone.

number ninety: living in a city that doesn't plug its cars in.

number eighty-nine: true friendship.

I don't consider this picture to be a repeat of number eighty-four, but, rather, an elaboration.

re: the weekend.

The weekend's posts will be up on Sunday... more work to be done "on assignment".

number eighty-eight: the walk home from work.

Tonight, the ambiance walking home reminded me of the art in The Gashlycrumb Tinies.
B is for Britt, hit by a Subaru.

number eighty-seven: music.

I'm listening to "Trailblazer" by The Barmitzvah Brothers as I post this (and, of course, I'm loving it).

number eighty-six: explaining "retro decor" to a 5-year-old.

number eighty-five: when the weekend's events monopolize monday's thoughts.

Brutal picture, but honest post.

number eighty-four: tattoos.

"Keith Rules!"

number eighty-three: winnipeg.

I keep pulling this...

But, I'm in Winnipeg. I guess you could say I'm on assignment. It's about love.

number eighty-two: my "weekending" bag.

Contrary to what this bag might say about me (and despite the fact that I do knit), I'm actually not 85 years old.

number eighty-one: finding every single text I need for this semester at the public library.

I love libraries more than is acceptable, really.

what you love, number 10: delayed shutter speeds.

Courtesy of Rob!

number eighty: bathroom regrouping.

number seventy-nine: jonno.

number seventy-eight: diners.

apologies!

Unfortunately I've missed the last three days - I was in Winnipeg for a funeral. Those pictures will be up tonight (the pictures from the last three days, not from the funeral - that would be in bad taste).

number seventy-seven: my father.

the man, the myth, the legend.

number seventy-six: enjoying a few beverages.

number seventy-five: repeatedly rediscovering my faithful slippers.

number seventy-four: green pea soup.

number seventy-three: dining with friends.

Preferably indoors, with no scavenging involved.

what you love, number 9: brunch.

Holy hashbrowns Batman! This photo comes from Rob. He beat me to it... but truthfully, he's a bigger bruncher than I am. All's fair in love and food.

number seventy-two: hopefulness.

I'm a fan of kooky resolutions, as I am more inclined to stick them. This year, mine is: wear my new fedora as much as possible. That being said, there is something about a new year that fills you with hope for the better. Armed with that hope and and some smaller (and perhaps more constructive) resolutions, I am all set for a stellar 2008.

what you love, number 8: stormy.

This beautiful pitbull belongs to Jamie. In this shot, Stormy is enjoying some leaves. A great way to ring in a new year, I think!