You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

thank god for this movie.

Blind as miles and quiet as time. I'm over and out. Loud and I'm clear.

I can't sleep so out of boredom I went through a lot of my work from last semester, most of which I never posted. So over the next couple days I am going to try and post whatever I can.

My great-grandparents wedding photo. Gum Bichromate, print, approx. 8x10, 3 layers.

It was tough trying to get a lot of the detail to come through, but I got it the best I could from a thick negative. I sponged on the chemicals to give the print an antiqued look. As usual, it looks much better in person.

I have a block on my brain and a clock in my mouth and I'm tasting each second.

So, I said I would post some polaroids...they're just a little late. I decided to just wonder around Philadelphia and came across this decorative little house:







I took my Holga along with me too, but I was caught up in the joy of using my polaroid and forgot I had it.

So, expect Holga pictures soon!

When anything that's anything becomes nothing that's everything and nothing is the only thing you ever seem to have.

Tomorrow I am going to splurge on polaroid film. What is it going for now? 10 pack for 20 bucks? so sad...

Expect scans tomorrow.

I need to prepare for next year. It is going to be a long, scary, stressful ride.

This is how we'll dance when, when they try to take us down.

This weekend has been long, tiring, and so much fun.

On Friday my mom, grandma, and aunt came to visit and we went to Cirque de Soleil: Kooza. It was so good! There were so many different acts and in between each one they did a little comedy skits that were hysterical. Unfortunately no pictures were allowed, so I didn't take any :/

Yesterday me and Lou made the 3 hour trek to New York (3 hours each way) to visit Lola. We brought the kitten with us so she can stay in NY and I am going to miss the little monster dearly. I was so excited to finally see Lola and she looks really good and she is getting a lot of strength back in her leg. Her family (who I absolutely LOVE) put together a little surprise party for her birthday and me and Lou didn't know about it until we got there. It was nice to finally meet the friends she always talks about, they are really great people and hopefully I can meet them again sometime.

There's Lola in her recliner with everything she needs. haha


I also got to be reunited with her precious pup, Pooh.

Today I just cleaned up my room a little and applied for 2 3 more jobs ( i just applied online for a H&M stock room job ha). I'm really getting frustrated with the fact that it is impossible to get a job in Philadelphia....someone please hire me.

So retire the ships, the final voyage was his.

Jamie Livingston took 1 polaroid a day from March 31, 1979 until his death on October 25, 1997 at the age of 41. The series of 6,697 photos chronicle his life including his battle with cancer. I don't feel the need to tell you his biography, just please look at his photographs and let them tell you his story. I included one of his polaroids that was taken on my birthday.

Here is the online gallery of every polaroid he took: Photo of the Day

photo taken july 15, 1988

Face up in a field, flowers at our heels. Quickly comfort finds us And takes us away from here.

Yesterday was just to nice to spend indoors. I wish the weather in Philadelphia would be like this more often.

Feeding pigeons. Lou creepin' into the picture.

My favorite pigeon of the day. The little awkward runt of the group.

My favorite part of the day. Big Poodle vs. Little Poodle.