not-so-sticky

It was pure laziness that I brought 2 rolls of black and white 35 mm film to Walgreens for processing. I had Dad, Lil, and Liam in tow and didn't feel ambitious enough to go to the Artcraft , which is sad since this store is walking distance from Walgreens... I could have waited altogether...but I had been holding onto these two film canisters for a few weeks now. They had made several journeys back and forth in my laptop bag to USR and around again and I was afraid if I didn't drop them off soon, they'd end up lost entirely. And I have good reasons to support this fear. In the last 24 hours, I have misplaced both my digital camera and my cell phone. In the past month, I have misplaced both of these items countless times - along with my ATM card, my wallet, and my keys. Last night, I pulled the cushions off the couch. I found many odd things, but none of these things were either the camera or the phone. Lil was standing by, excitedly announcing each 'find'. I unco...

Vacation is almost over and I'm already beginning to anticipate next week with a certain amount of dread... But - it's still vacation. So enough about that. I have developed a love for photographs of urban decay. I haven't fully evaluated why this is but it's a fascination I've been fostering. Last night, while poking around Flickr , I found this photo which gave me the geebies. It's this photo of an old, dilapidated brickyard in Kingston . (Since it's not a photo I actually *took*, I don't want to post it on my blog so just follow that link...) Just looking at that picture made me tremble. I like trembling. It reminds me that I am living. I got the shivers. It made your imagination run. Dana and I - all alone - for Dad was with Andrea, the babies with Evelyn and Seth at school - drove down to the Strand along the Rondout. I wanted to poke about and take some of my own photographs. Yup. Dana and I have a moment alone and we go to snap photos of decayin...