i had fun with fish in the darkroom. i didn't kill them but i guess it did torture them. i don't think they had much fun.
photograms you will like. because i like them.
i know right? those poor fish.
but they made amazing photograms.
i think i'll get some bigger fish and continue this.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
made me
yesterday i went to the top of the gateway arch.
today i saw 700 year old petroglyphs.
i'm in new mexico. 1200 miles away from where i started yesterday morning.
love it. tomorrow is flagstaff and the grand canyon
today i saw 700 year old petroglyphs.
i'm in new mexico. 1200 miles away from where i started yesterday morning.
love it. tomorrow is flagstaff and the grand canyon
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
the most tender place in my heart is for strangers
i'm almost 21.
yesterday i was getting my hair cut short when i was 16, and the day before that i was crying behind the gym in eighth grade. last week i was in fourth grade, getting sent to the pricipal's office for making fun of ben buchanan's hearing aids. a few days before that, i was eating lunch with mrs alter when i entered second grade because i was new in school and no one wanted to be my friend. last month i took a picture of my house when we were leaving south carolina.
time went so fast.
today i'm sitting in my underwear writing a paper on LBJ's idea of "A Great Society" and thinking of an artist statement for my photography.
how did i get here?
the power just flashed.
a sign? maybe.
yesterday i was getting my hair cut short when i was 16, and the day before that i was crying behind the gym in eighth grade. last week i was in fourth grade, getting sent to the pricipal's office for making fun of ben buchanan's hearing aids. a few days before that, i was eating lunch with mrs alter when i entered second grade because i was new in school and no one wanted to be my friend. last month i took a picture of my house when we were leaving south carolina.
time went so fast.
today i'm sitting in my underwear writing a paper on LBJ's idea of "A Great Society" and thinking of an artist statement for my photography.
how did i get here?
the power just flashed.
a sign? maybe.
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