Frost Apostraphe

Some day, I'm going to convince my dad that he will never actually rebuild this car and that it must be moved. Three cars in any back yard is both trashy and funny to me. I wish it were more like this today, blue and clear. Instead it's on the verge of snow just grey and nothing. And cold, too cold. I must go for a run but damnation, when it looks so grey, my body doesn't want it and my head doesn't either.



In other news, I went to Blackbird's holiday party. Carly rockstarred some candy canes out of thin air, a process that involves a lightbulb like this one.

Unrelated: this guy made a pinhole camera... out of his mouth. I wanna try it. I think that's rad.



( Wanna know how to make candy canes? Plus, ramble on social anxiety. )

Annie's prints came in the mail yesterday. Damn but that metallic paper looks so good on high key black and whites. There are plenty of situations where metallic doesn't cut it- this photo shoot wasn't one of them, however.

And speaking of pictures taken against my brick wall, here's one of Nik.



It's funny how the raw file isn't nearly so gloomy; I injected all that based on my own mental reflections. And they say photography is objective.

Nik's visiting from Seattle. Some people (read: Jaclyn) may remember him for dating Kendra for two weeks. He went on to get married and now he's going on to get divorced. I've been thinking about him the past few days, wondering about this divorce situation, wondering why people get married and how it only takes one person to fuck it up beyond all repair.

Anyway. We chilled yesterday, it was nice to talk again. He went with me to the camera store while I tried to determine what is wrong with my D80. We drank hot mochas and talked about the olden days when we both worked at Relay and were always getting into hijinks of one sort or another. It was good to get another friend back, and if I can find a cheap ticket I think I might go visit in Seattle- if only to see that NEATO public library they have.

Out at night, swimming in the air. Liza smokes a cigarette and other stuff happens and I no longer have to ask her permission to take her picture, I have an all-the-time pass to do so.
These are darker than I usually do, but whatever. You felt like knowing what it's like, right? This is what it's like to have three gin and club sodas, to sit with people you know and do things you always do and be happy about it.





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