December 2009
2 posts
November 2009
18 posts
I hate photography.
I used to look at the world and see what was there.
Pretty lady. Old guy sitting in a park. Lake, mountain, snow.
I get on the bus to go to work, see an attractive girl and all I can think is “if the light coming in that window were a little stronger it’d make a fantastic portrait.”
I have a dick. Why have I stopped thinking with it?
This would at least...
