Blah, Part II

Not really. I've just had a lot of ups and downs the past few days, my concentration is blown because Ben's not been feeling well (how can I tell? you ask. You obviously have not lived with a cat. He's old -- I worry), and I have a lot of writing projects going on right now (none of which is going to make me a cent), and I'm really sick and tired of the news. Bad mood swings. I hate that -- going ballistic over trivia. I'm just too close to the edge, obviously.

(But do check out the most recent posts on cabanaboyscoot. They're good.)

So, you get a picture. How's that?

It's from a series I did a few years ago with a Polaroid for dummies, called "Shatter." Polaroids do interesting things when you don't use them the way you're supposed to. In fact, they're so much more interesting than regular pictures, I wonder why anyone would want to follow the instructions.

But then, that's always been my problem.

In fact, maybe I'll give you two pictures. Yeah, that's it -- two pictures.




From another series made from using a Polaroid wrong, called "Vanished." The models I used were HIV+. It wasn't deliberate -- an after-the-fact sort of thing (about half the models I was using during this period were HIV+). It was just the people I knew.

Maybe I'll start thinking again in a day or two. Or at least get enough sleep to be reasonably outraged again.

By the way, there's a new post on the Writer's Blog at Hunter's Eye. It's about books. How singular.

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