Old holga from last summer when Jeff took me on my first trip to the jersey shore. Was cold and dreary in June. Trying to be more active on flickr. Come see me.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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"She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others."
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- He's got the worst taste in music.
- Pet Grief.
- The Iron Maiden.
- sleepy sunshine.
- The girl with sad eyes.
- A universe full of lives. Emptiness.
- I can hear the wind. I miss home.
- Two Headed Boy
- I just need to say it/Bright Star.
- overnight.
- Hello from the Children of Planet Earth.
- 15 feet of pure white snow.
- Heima
- kodak.
- Wonderland.
- disposable.
- I am not your doll.
- Lucida
- Creature Fear
- Winter Windows.
- Re: Stacks.
- standing on the sea-weed water.
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"For a moment she discovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name, or, if this were not within her power, to give birth out of love for life to successors who would do it in her place." - Pasternak
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3 comments:
Lovely photos! Did you see Snookie?
Oh dear. If I did I would have run far away! So scary. :(
But thanks for the compliment. :)
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