Something about today makes me want to take pictures of people. Document and capture moments of nothing in particular. Someone talking to a friend they see almost every day, me wrapped in the towel, napping with Prospero on the couch, a girl looking up at a building taller than she thought it was, a boy, a small boy, on top of a playground tower. Seconds, minutes of image.
I found some on the FTP that I’ve been forgetting to post from my birthday.
this is a picture Dominique took after she plum purpled my hair on my birthday and before I went to rinse out the dye
the painting up on the wall in my corner
an obvious difference in aesthetic