Ah, I've caught up now! This shot is of me, right now.
I was out for a friends birthday celebrations
on both Saturday and Sunday and now,
this is me; hung over.
And panting from all my imaginary running.
Phew! I'm pretending
I'm running a large distance while I'm putting these photos up!
The next one is of a friend and fellow artist,
attempting to look all professional!
Ok, so I think I owe four more photos including todays,
so here's what should have been day five!
This shot's also from the tower,
some tiny little ant people I squished with my fingers!
Day 3 and what a strange day it was. The castles got a big project ahead of itself!
If you'd like to help, drop us a line! :P
PS- Some trees while on the road, with a nice mist that we had to drive through, that turned into a fog that we left snow for, to come out of, with decent sun and warmth!
Why do I do this to myself? I love whiskey but for some reason it doesn't love me back. It's deceptive, all lovely and warm and tasty and then POW! right in the face. You wake up wearing yesterday's clothes, someone elses shoes, your mouth feels like you've been eating canal reeds, your head throbs like a rhino stood on you and you've no money left but you have got 700 bruises and no idea where they came from.
I woke up at half eight, in time to get to college on time for a change, but I was still drunk. So I went back asleep and arrived into college at 1.
I bought a new book for a project I have due in Febuary. It's all about visual context and the way in which we view photographs. It's really difficult. For some reason I just can't get my head around it.