Still a fool for such portraits. I can't wait for my new Ebay camera to come in the mail. I impulsively bought a new Pentax, because, well, I was tired and in the mood for taking pictures. I was using my mom's from college, but the lens went bad and I knew it would be cheaper to just order a new one. I'm also wanting this guy from Urban. I should really use my digital SLR more, but I'd rather mess with the few settings on film than the endless possiblities on digital. Maybe I'm thinking backwards, but I do wear short sleeve sweaters, and I can't find it in me to get excited about microwaves. I suppose none of this should be a surprise. P.S. Keep up the great work, Jeana Sohn. Your photos are what make the internet a happy place.
Jherin Miller's pixels and Polaroids are the bomb.net, as Saayeh would say.
On another note, why are moths so disgusting? They are the crickets of the sky and they only belong in books of old botanical drawings. Even then, only as drawings. How did alpha moth weasel his way into my kitchen? Douglas flew around like he just got his wings. His stupid wings. I am calm and collected when it comes to bad haircuts, flat tires and stubbed toes. But when a moth or cricket enters my living cave, I stop being polite and start getting real. I yell at the bastards and harass them. I call them SOBs and demean their character until they shrink to be smaller than they already are. I just want them to feel so uncomfortable being in the same loft as me that they have to find a hole to crawl into and die. But they don't. They force me out of my kitchen when I'm hungry. They fly in my face as I am reading.
Maybe I should feel empowered by these fugly creatures. Though they are small and I hate their existence, they parade around like they own the place. Because they do. Huh.
Thank you, alpha moth for teaching me to believe in myself!!!!!!