You were there at SNS, and I missed you! Even worse, you were in the same master class as I was and I didn’t know. And I was even keeping an eye out for you. *sigh*
Which class, Jim Grimsley’s or Bill Mann’s? I think I was on the front row of both. I swear I do that because no one likes to sit on front rows, and there’s nothing worse than looking out at an empty front row. But really? I think I’m just a big suck-up. 😉
(He was a cute kitty! Very intent on grooming. I got him to look at me–with annoyance–by rattling leaves. If I’d known what I was facing later, Mr. Cat would have totally been in our room lying in wait for a mouse.)
Which girl? Both of them have “stories” better left unspoken in a public forum.
How weird would it be to find a picture of yourself on the Internet that was taken by a stranger? I often wonder about that when I look at photos on Joe’s NYC, because the people he photographs on the street, even when they seem to be looking at the camera, apparently have no idea he’s shooting them.
A quiet, These are incredible, to the sleepyhead, who is among my favorites. : )
i love those.
You were there at SNS, and I missed you! Even worse, you were in the same master class as I was and I didn’t know. And I was even keeping an eye out for you. *sigh*
Which class, Jim Grimsley’s or Bill Mann’s? I think I was on the front row of both. I swear I do that because no one likes to sit on front rows, and there’s nothing worse than looking out at an empty front row. But really? I think I’m just a big suck-up. 😉
I’m sorry I missed you!
Jim Grimsley’s.
I was at the back of the class because I like to throw spitwads at suck-up girls sitting in the front row…. 😉
So that was YOU!
I play rugby with Jim’s editor.
Not relevant, but I wanted to join in the conversation.
-Crash
You are ALWAYS welcome to join ANY conversation on my LJ. And Jim Grimsley is brilliant, so his editor must be a rugby-playing genius. =)
Editing genius, yes. Rugby-playing genius, meh.
-Crash
I love the cat.
I mean, the red paint. The flaking red paint. It speaks to me.
I’m such a lesbian.
Riiiiiight. The red paint. 😉
(He was a cute kitty! Very intent on grooming. I got him to look at me–with annoyance–by rattling leaves. If I’d known what I was facing later, Mr. Cat would have totally been in our room lying in wait for a mouse.)
Hey — I really do like the red paint. But I am, admittedly, an artsy poseur.
But I am, admittedly, an artsy poseur
Is that another way of saying “fabulous?” Because that’s what I think you are. =)
You ALWAYS have such great photos. I love the red wall with the gray shutter. I look forward to the others.
Those are wonderful!
I looove your pictures. And I really enjoy the way you see the world. Oh, and that girl is kinda hot.
Which girl? Both of them have “stories” better left unspoken in a public forum.
How weird would it be to find a picture of yourself on the Internet that was taken by a stranger? I often wonder about that when I look at photos on Joe’s NYC, because the people he photographs on the street, even when they seem to be looking at the camera, apparently have no idea he’s shooting them.
The chick with the fiddle and the tattoo and the cute smirk and the nice legs.
Remind me to tell you the creepy story about one of my class photos ending up under the glass counter of a gas station that I had never been to.
How mysterious is that woman in the hat (in the coffee shop?) Except for the laptop and her bare shoulders she looks like she was plucked out of some smokey, WWII-era café, doesn’t she? I wonder what she’s typing?
“I have the diamonds, but I think I’m being followed. THE CROW FLIES AT MIDNIGHT!”