for gg

If you live in Clarendon and ever see a lanky dude with a camera creeping up through your yard with a large lens, please don't call the cops on me.  I'm more of a flower voyeur than anything else.

play it again sam

 Staying home alone a few Saturday evenings ago, I was going a little stir crazy and decided to take a few pics around the house, in near total dark.  As I laid down on the dusty, dog-hair strewn floor adjusting my aperture, I thought "wow, I have no life...."  But then my roommate came home and we had a dance party! {And by dance party I mean we watched The Office [and by my roommate, I mean my mom].}  OK, none of that really happened, but it was dark and I was bored.

barbed wire love

OK, not really barbed wire, but the rusty fence and flowers gives that vibe. Despite the mistitle, there's a bonus at the end of this post for my punk rock friends.

fake-bake tans and magnolia trees

Magnolia trees are kinda like overly tanned twenty-somethings; yeh, it looks ~kinda~ hot now, but you're going to look like a leather bag by the time you're thirty. It's just not worth it. The trees look ~kinda~ pretty for like two days, then the yard is covered in decaying, brown petals for a month.