said the noodle to the curry.
no, said the curry. i only take rice.
fog in the deerlights
we have no right to ask when a sorrow comes, “why did this happen to me?” unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way ~anon
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars ~Jack Kerouac
into the eyes
Here’s another from that same Holga series. A doggie that inquisitively greeted my camera in a small cake + tea shop in Bath on my lunch break. He was abit disturbed by the flash that was going off, but then I think he liked it, because he followed me to my table and sat by my feet.
A picture or two
I didnt really have the time to ever scan these in before – they were taken maybe a month and a half ago now, but here they are! scanned in finally on a lazy Saturday. Left the door open last night, and now I’m freezing even with a duvet on me on the couch. Note: if its verging on winter, do not leave doors open.
More to come, more to come.
scanned and started
got the handy scanner out and decided to bust out some charlene splashes.
cant wait till its done
one of those notepad days
some good quality phone photo action going on