35mm is a fading legacy. In today’s world, I can barely find the right type of film, let alone someone who can process it. Since everyone has been getting rid of their photo developing machines so that they can put in brand-new fancy pantsy machines for digital “crapola,” I’ve had to slowly climb down the ladder. I am now at the very bottom rung, and after paying twenty bucks the other day for two disks (no prints), I have realized something amazing:
It is now cheaper to do it yourself. Continue reading
A portrait of my husband, who is quiet but genuine. He stands on the ground, and holds onto my feet so that I can float upward just enough to touch the stars.
While I was pregnant, Chris and I went on our usual Labor Day Weekend Chicago Getaway. There, we performed our ritual: wake up, go to Starbucks for a Macchiato and a Mocha–decaf of course–and walk to Navy Pier (only this time we took a cab–my fat round self didn’t want to huff the trip). Continue reading
This is a portrait of my youngest brother. I feel this kind of angle was perfect for him because it almost represents who he is as an individual–his personality resides in his strengths.
My brother suffers from both Asperger’s (recently renamed as another form of Autism) and Oppositional Defiant Disorder. One thing he doesn’t suffer from, however, is a lapse in creativity. He does tap dance, musical theater, hacks into video games and changes the scenes, and above all else, he draws. He loves to bring up his drawings, and for good reason. He rocks at it. Continue reading
I love the Windy City for reasons that can only be understood on a used negative…. Continue reading