"Pick a hand,"  he says.  He holds two fists outstretched before him, the third time he's done this in as many weeks. "What are you doing?" I ask him, "It's not my birthday yet!" "It's a Valentine," he says. "It's not Valentine's Day yet either!" I laugh. "Pre-Valentine's then!  Pick a hand!" And I laugh again because this is also the third time we've had this same conversation in as many weeks. Obligingly, I pick a hand.

Fake it is what you do during a cold February in Canada (not THAT kind of fake it - get yer minds out of the gutter).  Fake flowers! You can almost tell what the weather is like here from my shots.  Two stills in a row...

Bottles from the shelves of my bedroom, placed in the window and shot (in desperation) before the sun went down when I realized I didn't have anything yet for today :) --------------------------------------------------------------- You can find my 365 project on flickr or check out the flickr group for...