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these are things that I could not tell you;
things that remind me of you when I want nothing more than to forget;
things that have gone wrong;
things that have gone right;
things that will never happen;
things that are your fault,
my fault,
the faults of no one;
these are things that we did not do and will not let go of

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~ Monday, November 2 ~
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justoneplace:

I still remember joy.

you know, sometimes I hate my pictures. They seem trite or boring or uninspired or just sometimes badly processed or styled (srsly, that heart picture? TOTALLY needed the table cloth ironed and fork straightened out…I would love to re-do that entire project) but I really love this one. It was semi-accidental and so old and it looks like an impressionist painting ala Monet. It’s a digitized negative (I took it with film and asked for a disk when they developed it; I assume they scan the negatives directly?) and a little dirty (physically; oh, the problems with film) but still…good things can come from lying on your back.

justoneplace:

I still remember joy.

you know, sometimes I hate my pictures. They seem trite or boring or uninspired or just sometimes badly processed or styled (srsly, that heart picture? TOTALLY needed the table cloth ironed and fork straightened out…I would love to re-do that entire project) but I really love this one. It was semi-accidental and so old and it looks like an impressionist painting ala Monet. It’s a digitized negative (I took it with film and asked for a disk when they developed it; I assume they scan the negatives directly?) and a little dirty (physically; oh, the problems with film) but still…good things can come from lying on your back.


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