I don't have my own pictures for this post; these two are Instagrams from C's iPod (C *loves* Instagram, and while I don't have a problem with it – Instagram does make just about everybody look better – I do regard it the same way I look at girls with straight bangs who insist that bikers are "fun" and "harmless"). My own pictures are/were (a) on a digital camera that decided, quite out of the blue, to thicken and bloat around the battery pack, and not charge, and die, or at least refuse to turn on, and (b) on a cheapie Fuji disposable that I bought at the drugstore, as a backup, and will, eventually, take in to get processed, old-school-style, on film, with at least a third of the roll being photos of the inside of my pocket. Sorry, mom – you'll have to wait for your Oona pics. BUT THEY WILL RETURN. // I actually had two weeks on my own *before* the vacation, what I thought would be a pre-vacation vacation, nothing but beer and Nobunaga'
Draw things, paint things, write things, make things.