July 22, 2006
right from the start...
the chronicles of betty.
it was a night, the air kind of felt like tonight. i remember, we were driving through the country. he was getting ready to leave for a while. we knew we would see each other again, but it was big. it was the only drive we ever took to the country. it was a beautiful night. the sky was mostly clear. cool and crisp. exactly. we didnt say much, just kept driving and driving. it was in that brown olds. i always loved that car. it felt like home. the seats felt perfect. i cant remember how long we drove for. but i remember, we were both eyeing the center of the front seats, in hopes to see the others hand stretched far enough to hold the others. then it happened. our hands touched. and my hand rested perfectly in his for the rest of the drive. that was a good moment.
July 21, 2006
its what youve done to the people you love that counts...
yesterday consisted of: sweating, sunburns, storms, sirens, seventies
today wasnt nearly as bad. i had the entire day off, but didnt do much with it.
im really looking forward to the new movie coming out in september with zach braff in it.
im babysitting her, through the weekend. shes not been eating that much.
July 17, 2006
July 16, 2006
it seems like its been forever...
that is completely real. i took this picture of the bathroom lightswitch with a nighttime setting on my camera. of all the years i admired it because i had never seen another one like it, it was the first picture i ever took of it.
tell him i said hi...
its a player piano. and a very nice one at that. i have never seen a person play it.
and the rest was...
that is probably one of the best and nicest presents i have ever recieved. my friend shawn called me up one day and asked me what one of my favorites places is here. and i have such good memories there. he told me he had something for me but i didnt realize it was something he put so much work into. sometimes people listen to what we say.
July 13, 2006
our strict diet of calendar days...
this is ladd. the first night i met him, i offered him my mittens. his hands were cold. we were in a garage on edwards in the middle of winter. that was five and a half years ago. i hope i am still lucky enough to know him in five more.
analog can be beautiful...
this is probably one of my favorite photographers right now. content and quality.
i should do a real photoblog, if it werent for my lack of patience.
