Tone (repost from 08/08/08)
Sun ,10/05/2009August has been the month of emotional trainwrecks, shifting suns, vegetarianism, organic frustration, and forgotten attic treasures. And on top of that, I am in dire need of a haircut and my camera has been quietly whimpering in its fluffy skullhead bag for me to take it out and let the sun shine on it. I could happily scratch an obscenity in the new paint of an Escalade, just so I won’t feel as though I am the only one having a bad month. (more…)