i'm back from annual family-lake cabin holiday.

and, quite frankly, i can't be arsed.

BUT! i do leave readers with these images:

1. Everyday looked like this:

2. I wish there were a lens [that i knew of/owned] that could catch the the sunrays shooting into the lake the way it looked on the camera screen. This was the best I could do:

3. I don't really know what to do with an abundance of shine and sparkle so i make confused face:

[[and i seem to be sporting some rapidly-graying, bushy hair; deepgroove-like worrylines; and that damn "creeperstache" is back again.]]

4. Every evening looked like this:

5. Once done writing/recording the happy-go-lucky melancholy of "losers/weepers," the disgruntled-ness of "soap operas & dirty martinis (EP)," the wimpic, epic whining of "the northern son," and the bitter, angst of "Halos Hitting the Floor," i will write a hope-sprinkled, glass-half-fullsies with cynical undertones album entitled, "...finds a way." And, it's cover will be this precious li'l sapling growing out of a hole in the vertical fa�ade of the shoddy steps near the family lake cabin's dock: