Friday, December 23, 2005
the woes of a photographer
my mom kind of scolded me for using three rolls of film last night (i actually didn't give her the fourth, even). "you do know that this is expensive, and you're just learning... blah blah... and film is expensive and developing is expensive..."
me: "yes, i know"
me in my mind: "it wouldn't be sooo expensive if you'd let me get the digital one to begin with..."
i want a tripod.
For thirty seconds, you aren’t to move- don’t move! Stay completely still, while the lens of my camera etches your imprint upon a glossy piece of film. For thirty seconds, the dim candlelight will scar the virgin surface of the film and leave it marked forevermore. Leave it marked forevermore. Thirty seconds is an eternity if you have to keep still.
You'll find the rest at where the madness overflows into roses.
nyaha. gnommic and mantic talaga.
p.s. long posts about water tubing and my bohemian birthday to follow soon.
the poet ♥
10:12 PM
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