Chipmunks don’t like stale pretzels, and I don’t like bird poop, wasps, or bugs that want to taste my beer. But there’s a lesson or two in here about observing the details, finding the memories, and appreciating the artistry. Even if it means having to throw your bible across the porch for your own safety.
I wanted to use a filter. To brighten the shadows, bump up the contrast, enhance the saturation. I wanted to click edit and adjust the tint on my face to better match the lack of color on my neck. To shrink my nose. To make my eyes more blue and my face more smooth. I wanted... Continue Reading →
i used to hate my nose. i blamed it on matthew. he hit me in the face with a basketball in fifth grade. on purpose. since then i have a bump and a divot. and i swear with each passing that year that is just. keeps. getting. BIGGER. but... I am thankful for it because... it... Continue Reading →