launch pad

I had an assignment to take a picture that reflected my relationship with God, this is my favourite so far. It's called launch pad.

Hair

sometimes when i'm driving around, short little renegade strands of hair will bounce around my head, and when i see them out of the corner of my eye i think they are little flies or spider. so i swat at them and think, "what a persistent little bug, it's just not getting scared!" and then i realize it is my hair, and think, "oh, of course." and i feel silly.
another thing that makes me feel silly in my car is listening to TruDog on toby mack's new album, because by the end i either have a huge unexplainable-to-my-car-neighbour-smile, or i'm rapping along to 'shake it, don't break it, it took yo' mamma nine months to make it' and i feel silly. but danielle says that silly people in cars cheer up grumpy people in cars, so i guess i'll take the hit.

oh, and i'm a hairdresser now, so if you need to get rid of some of those renegade bugs, just book an appointment with my assistant, Zulu. thanks.

the problem with tea is that it parches me. but it does give you that extra zing! to finish your english paper which is oh so not captivating.

on the plus side, i have a batman band-aid on my car. sort of a temporary fix for this:owie.

I just discovered a photographer who made me mad he's so good. I went through every single photo on his website, and by the end I felt like emailing him to say "You're so good it makes me mad." But, I thought better of it. It's Jeremy Cowart. Very. cool. stuff.

As I was talking to myself this morning, (I find that I learn a lot about life by talking to myself. I think it is a very healthy habit.) I learned that when your character grows, life opens up its arms a little bit wider to you. Which is good, because character growth stinks.

i like photography.