I like writing.
I like photography.
I'm good at writing.
I own a camera.
I don't write enough.
I don't take enough pictures.
I think I'm going to try something... I want writing to be involved. So, I think I'm going to come up with a list of 52 different things and challenge myself to writing about a picture I took that involves that theme. Or maybe just add a picture :-) I haven't decided yet. I've been mulling this over for a while, but this is the first I've started to jot down what I'm thinking. P.S. Don't be surprised if you stumble upon this in 2023 and I have zero weeks done. I like making plans, but I exhaust myself after planning, so nothing ever comes to fruition. I'm more of a thinker than a do-er.

 Week 1: Happiness

Today I noticed these three little Fisher Price people hanging out in our Temple Mount puzzle. So much of this makes me happy. My roommates and their cousin's assembled this 300-some piece model of the second temple (second, right? I might be mistaken) on Christmas this past year. This model makes me happy, because I didn't participate in it at all, I don't think I've ever even touched this masterpiece. I love puzzles, but this was more of a mini architectural undertaking. I'm sure I have the capacity to assemble something like this, but I am sure that I don't have the desire. I'm also sure that I'm a really bad team player, and this was a family undertaking.

This picture also makes me happy because of the three little people. First of all, I have fond memories of those little guys. I'm not sure if I ever actually owned any of those little people (and by "owned" I mean, my mother bought them for my brother a decade earlier, and wiped the dust off of them for me when I came around) but I remember playing with them at our cottage. We had little Fisher Price boats (I'm pretty sure they are still there) and I just remember having a blast, sucking on the heads of those little people, and filling the boats up with mud. In retrospect, those little guys are creepy, anthropomorphic choking hazards, but whenever the kids in my life come over to play and pop those little heads in their mouths, I can't help but first feeling a little wave of nostalgia wash over me before dislodging the toy from the child's windpipe.

 (Oh, and also, it looks like three little tourists visiting the temple. That is why it is primarily funny.)