Halloween!!

God dammit, I love Halloween! My favorite day of the year, hands down.

I can't decide whether to be a Cat or Zombie Palin.

Fuck this shit I need to go get myself a disposable camera for tonight, yes pleaaase.

Ni-ni-niiiiples!

I got my nipples pierced the other day... for free by my friend Andrea who is apprenticing. No one else she knows will let her practice on them because they're all babies. Well, nipples fucking hurt to pierce, if you're wondering. But I loves them, they came out great. I almost backed out but Andrea didn't let me. Good girrrl.

Above is my sister, again, from the same night as the other one in a past entry. Melody will be visiting me soon, which is so exciting for multiple reasons but it means I get a model to shoot! Shooting Melody is like a freebee, or cheating or something, I always get good photos out of her, or maybe I'm biased, or maybe both. I have some 35mm that I know are good, too, but have to wait to scan them. Which, by the way, I'm working something out with my school: I'll model for a class if I can use the sanner, labs, develop... I win!

Ohhh and my main proffessor sent off three of my photos to a state-wide college photo contest in Albany, and they all got in.. we'll be hearing soon about results.

My internet's being a cock sucker or I'd post those pictures, too. Of course, they're of Jessalyn and Cris Ashley. Duhh

Kathryn

This girl, that one, in the middle of the boys, her name is Kathryn. She is a mess. A beautiful dramatic mess. I love photographing her. She hates me, I love her.

These four, they all have such stories. They are that Type, the type who all grew up in the area, bouncing from people to people, group to group, growing up in the same swirl. It's interesting to bombard them with with cameras and my own dramatics to add to the dynamic. Grab some photos, and peace out.

Next!

Except for Her. I want more.

pushing through

Sitting here, my heart filled with pitiful pains and sorrows as if I were sixteen. The same helplessness, the same indecision. I often feel like I'll be stuck in this spot forever, constantly trying to run away from it. I try so hard not to just lay down in my bed and forget the world.

I have a pile of things to do, and no drive to do it.

But at least I have this photo of Melody, a moment of joy pushing through her own sorrows.