Category: Lifestyle Photography
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What to do with three hours…
The problem with working so many jobs is that down time is a totally mind numbin occurance. What does a girl do with three spare hours before she has to be at work? The answer is easy on the surface. Obviously I should read a book, do some cleaning, pay bills, organize my book shelf…
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im sure theres something i wanted to say… but i forget what it was
its been a fine couple of weeks. ive been slowly prepping for the move coming up soon. mostly however I’ve been printing in the dark room and working random hours. Michael and I saw Collateral at Chunkys retaurant/theater. It was a good flick at a strange venue. We saw Georgia’s debut as Rosa Kitten in…
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Are you confusing thirst for hunger?
There was this crazy man that used to work in the children’s department of Barnes and Noble with me on Sundays. He used to speak of staging situationist art involving major intersections in Boston and Cambridge, balloons and picket fence coralls. He called himself Mr. Gary and insisted that the most important book I wasn’t…
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why not get a free ipod?
well rumor has it this works. im willing to attempt to find out. http://www.freeiPods.com/default.aspx?referer=7167692 try it, well see!
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i am the lobster
I am bright red. Bright crispy lobster red. I am at work. The one where I sit at a computer and tell children to stop screaming. Thats not the same one as where I sit making a gimp lanyard yelling at children to quit swearing. Thats the job that caused me to be bright red,…
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“a visual life”
Today I went to the library for the first time in a very long time. I wandered into the photography section and spent some time reading about female photographers including Imogen Cunningham, Elsa Dorfman (someone who Michael told me about and I’d somehow overlooked in the past) and Dorothea Lange (who I have always found…
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the green kristy
noah mentioned my (insert verb i cant remember accurately here) innocent kristy entry. i dont know what he meant, but sam also seemed concerned by something i wrote recently. i like the idea that my entries can evoke such reaction. so ill continue to write the heartfelt ones. today i am jealous. i am jealous…
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when i was shy
I remember my childhood as a series of foreign images… the scruffy mustard seed yellow chair I knelt behind in hiding when my mothers voice trilled in angry echos through the house following after my brothers and what new mischeif they had caused. The rays of light cast from the bike spoke window of the…