i'm wearing a pair of my convertible mittens as i type this. i'm not really liking the phrase "convertible mittens," it makes me think of summer (the season). i have nothing against summer (the season or the person).
i'm listening to the weepies, my mind is roaming, and i'm seeing everything in mental photographs. everything.
i want a new (real) camera. click. i need a laptop first though. click. but really, i shouldn't purchase either if i'm trying to save up for a..... you-know-what. click click click.
i haven't been able to go to church in at least a month thanks to this new thing called my job. click. it makes me sad. click click. oh well. get over it. chin up, girl. click click. side note, i miss marty real bad. click click click click.
on my days off, i feel like if i'm not doing anything photography-related then my day has been a super duper huge waste. today was slightly one of those days. tomorrow won't be. click click.
i wish i had a jar full of people like tesha and claire and carrie and eb and lauren and janelle and kayla and everyone else who likes being in photos. click. whenever i wanted, i could just let them out of the jar, they'd grow to size, and away we'd go to the land of make-believe in photos. CLICK. that would be awesome. click click CLICK. because there's just something about
people and
emotions being in photos that even a really great still-life can't quite capture. click.
and i love these people. click click click click.