first there was alice, my beloved nikon…. she died a swift, nonsensical, parts & defectives death. poor alice. next was tamara. tamara my obstinate camera. she’s fickle and temperate, and likes to hide in unknown pockets, purses and the floor of my...
oh my! don’t you just love open weekends that just melt seamlessly from no plans set, let’s see where the hour takes us to ….well isn’t this delightful and unexpected? this morning i found myself making snow angels lying in bed; Â giddy still...
last gig bought momma a new camera. nudity would have paid for photography lessons. renting fur in hopes i’ll osmotically channel a little diane arbus, minus the razor blades. remember, red scares me. fingers crossed lens cap is really just gratuitous...
