“Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.” ~Bill Watterson
There’s something about the freedom of the self-timer. Freedom from looking and being precise. You hit one button and then another and whatever happens, happens. You rush to the perfect spot and just do the damn thing. And so with my camera, a self-timer and an incredibly sturdy twin bed, I jumped. And jumped and jumped some more.
You know what? There was a sense of freedom with each jump feeling myself higher and higher though trying to keep my head from bashing into a ceiling fan. Regardless, fun? Have you had any lately?
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Love this pic !
Not even kidding, my brain is so fried that I sat here at looked at the picture and wondered how you did it. “Like, did she have a clicker in her hand? How did she DO that?” Then I read your first sentence. Wow.
I LOVE this picture! I always jump on the bed @ hotels and I let my kid too!
This picture is sooooo cute! I’ve always wanted to take a picture where I was actually in motion.
I love it…yes…talk about liberating and fun LOL
This is fantastic. Clearly, I need more jumping in my life. You are the inspirer. (Yep, I’m calling that a word.)