Sometimes I wish I had someone to take a photo of in moments when I find spots with really nice lighting. Fortunately, I find a reflective surface in the area, too. I usually end up taking a photo of myself.
(GPOYW on a Friday. :| It’s been a while since I last posted one of these.)
Because the Marc Jacobs window display was pretty in pink.
(A ton of happy memories is attached to this photo, really.)
GPOYW.
I went to a pretty interesting wedding last Sunday, a Christian wedding fused with Jewish ceremonial traditions. I was once again a wedding singer. And one of my simple, girly thrills was finding the dress I wore in a store where no one I know goes to. It was sold for 50% off. I bought two in different colors.
Thanks to mom’s shaky hands (plus that skinny TARDIS in red), the Doctor Who effect was achieved. Or almost. :/
Mom took this photo of (tourist-y) me just when I was about to begin reading Murakami’s memoir (I didn’t expect the shot to look nice :P). The calming sounds of sea and wind, the beautiful (wider!) blue sky, and the cream-colored sand were all a distraction.
I wish to go back to this place.
GPOYW (for real, and butt edition)
With wedding photogs Mimi and Karl, my friends Claire and Chris, my butt, my tripod, and a can of Sprite.
