( remember what we've said, and done, and felt about each other... )

( When life gets mean, you go outside in the sun and take pictures. )

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Outside my window a damp cardinal is roosting on it's nest. I can't wait to see the little chiclets with their downy fuzz, opening their mouths in the rain ( Read more... )

The Bottom Layer ( Read more... )

Or, you can just start dating someone else.

Supposedly, it takes 60 days of no contact to "get over" someone after a break-up.

This is day 2.

Today I sold my art for the first time. As in, handed over photographs and got money. I wasn't even expecting it. They propositioned.

But, I liked it and I need it more. Now:
1. begin looking for places to hang and think of themes for shows.
2. scrap for parts to build my own darkroom/creepily attempt to continue using campus facilities after

it's the fake spring of March and the birds are wild in the trees.

a boy who is not a stranger but less than an acquaintance recited one of my poems to me last night, in the doorway of a building as I was leaving. I don't know how he got it but it gave me a feeling that I want more of.