The Destruction of LaRee

Ahh... The wonderful smells of the day after Independence Day! Leftover ribs, leftover strawberry shortcake muffins. All in good taste, my friends! Of course, all that eating and playing an intense round of monopoly (in which I actually tied with Jon!) meant that I didn't really get around to any drawing. But! I did get to edit a couple of photos.Chance, Grampa and I went out to a wildlife reserve to take photos, and we stopped by a herd of cows. They were so sweet! Chance was trying to take pictures of me petting them on the nose, but there was only one that was brave enough to let me touch him. He seemed kind of young. I guess this would be the appropriate time to tell you about my former obsession with cows. I used to talk about them, draw them, dream of owning a cow farm. I think I had a predecessor who actually had a cow farm, but he didn't slaughter them. He sold them. So I'm told... >__> Anyways, I still collect cows. And I love my collectibles very much! I took this photo as Chance scared them by mooing at them. Just because you can moo doesn't mean you can speak cow. :)
These were the flowers by the reserve's visitor center. I remember it was soooo windy and I was having a lot of trouble getting an in-focus image. This one ended up being one of my favorite flower images.

Question of the Day: Who has influenced your taste in music the most?
My answer: My best friend Kirstie and a certain friend known as Sean 'round these parts. :) Kirstie first got me into the rock persuasion by introducing me to Good Charlotte when I was 12 with their album The Young and The Hopeless. I was captivated by their lyrics, expecially through a hard time in my life. Sean is known here for his eccentric taste in music (think Beirut and MGMT, but also folky Fleet Foxes and Joshua Radin). He introduced me to each of these artists in a beautiful way. ("You need stereo headphones, sit down here and enjoy the journey," he would say when he first had me listen to MGMT). I learned to actually live in the music I listened to, not just to feel it.

Happy Sunday!