The almighty 42

42 days left of my 365 and I feel like I should say something.

JESUSFUCKWHENISITGONNABEOVER!?

Ehem. It's been interesting. Frustrating. But I'm incredibly happy that I decided to do it. I feel a much stronger confidence in my photography and it's really neat to be able to see the development of how my shots have gotten better over time. It's even been a real theraputic process whether a basic upset shot or just getting frustration out by putting together a more intricate photo.

And it's been a great excuse not to wear pants.
Speaking of this site right here is a really neat way to see all of someones flickr shots. Apparently out of my 10 most "interesting photos" 5 of them I'm pantless. I'm forseeing a theme in my next years 365.

Also more sharks.

Mow them all down

I'm putting together a crappy little make shift work desk/station set up. It gives me an excuse to throw my old posters on the walls.

I haven't really done so now but I used to print out tons and tons of pictures of my favorite artists photographs or drawings and put them all over my walls. Because I'm sorry but a 15 year old just doesn't have any money to buy your prints.

I'm as disappointed as you are.

(Technically I didn't have my own room when I was 15 but you get the idea) It made me think though, it would be really neat to achieve that someday, to have some photo I took on some kids (or anyone really) wall.

Tomorrow's Tuesday. Did you know?

Secret elbow

I haven't written in awhile I admit. But it's the start of a new month & I feel like it's time to start rambling.

As a few know already I went on a trip to Germany for two weeks with my parents (oh boy!)in the beginning of May. And honestly? I have no super OMFGSHARKSWITHLAZERS stories. Really. It was peaceful. I ate cake. I didn't meet some gorgeous guy who swept me off my feet & we spent the next two weeks bumping uglies. Who I'm now carrying our love baby Hans Fritz Karphfluffel. No. Nothing that spectacular. I did meet a guy with enormous biceps, who I can only assume wrestles bears for a living. (Damn that language gap). And me being me instead of thinking "oooo i'd like to rip that fuckers clothes off with my teeth" I was like "Dude I wanna see how far you can throw me! Your arms are fucking huge!" Over muscular men are frightening. Just saying. And I have the mind of a 10 year old. Woop woop.

Currently I'm in a slump photography wise. It's embarrassing really. Face shot. Face shot. Face shot. I mean the finish line is over there! I can fucking see it! Like 50 or so shots left! But at the moment it's very much "Hey how bout a picture of my hand?" I'm not quite sure what it is that's got me blegh. My dreams have been vivid & interesting (Going from brightly colored sex dream to horror/snuff film esque blood & gore all in the matter of 3 days!). But I grab my camera & have nothing.

I lurve me some black and white.