tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23763743723109745352011-07-28T14:17:06.647-05:00take pleasure in looking and in the joy of interpretationrjmartinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12197886939518726624noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376374372310974535.post-62162672879837246352008-11-10T14:46:00.012-06:002008-11-23T21:41:52.105-06:00

i was once given something. a gift, one might say. a gift disowned by its previous owner and left for junk. the day billy offered this gift to me was its lucky day. from that moment on, and for quite some time after, this gift lived a life certainly not lacking of interest nor excitement.he was big and heavy set, awkward, bulky and somewhat blue when he came to me. he stayed with me for a while

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i once said... 'if you've never seen a bad day, you'll never see a good one'. well, i must be due for one hell of a fantabulously, glorious day because the past few have been the worst in a long, long time. and today... well, today's the fuckin' icing on the cake!let's see, to start with there's always the proverbial 'financial difficulties', then there's the 'it's complicated' kind of

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pretty simple really, a bit of a read, but still simple; i hate the cold, i hate the snow, i hate self- righteous and boorish individuals. i like butterflies and i love dogs but don't much like living with cats; they're clingy, too small to keep you warm and think they're THE SHIT! when really, all they do is take what they can get and leave you, your furniture and all your clothes covered in

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and she da shizznit! the bees knees! the most absolute fantabulous gr 8 bball player i know. she’ll put some of you ‘boys’ to shame or at least jump at the chance to try. this is her 3rd year playing, last year she was mvp for gr7 girls’ basketball and she’d probably kill me if she knew i was tellin’ y’all. anyway, jus a lil sumpin 'bout ma girl, the koolest kat ‘round. sorry kat, but thanks for

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she is utterly detested with this image. why, i don’t know. i think it’s absolutely awesome. i usually hear something along the lines of... “don't facebook that mom, pleeease!" or "i hate it! take it down!”we were out one night riding just behind her school and i simply asked her to hold her bike up in front of her. i was counting on the lighting to work out just the way it did but the outcome

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sabatier? well, i call it solar- ization. always have. guess i’m just a lot older than most of you. or maybe i’ve just been out of the loop (so to speak) for a while. ‘cuz really, when the hell did it happen that the term ‘solarization’ became ‘sabatier’? i think i must have slept in that day. so anyway, one day i was speaking with someone and referring to solariz... um, i mean sabatier and was

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what attracted me to photo- graphy? i was quite young and i think i fell into it by accident but what kept me there, or kept me wanting to be there was the fact that when i went out to shoot with that camera i was in 'my' world; where no one could tell me i was wrong, where no one could tell me what to do and where no one could dictate to me how and/or when to do anything! and yes, i am stubborn,

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