Alright, my pictures are up. You'll find them in the Vietnam-Cambodia directory.
DISCLAIMER:
I didn't go through and add comments yet, this will come later
I also need to group the pictures by event/date because there are SO MANY (100+) and it's confusing with the navigation.
I may also create a button that I'll place below each actual picture that will say "go to next picture" so you don't have to keep hitting back and clicking the next one.
I have not yet deleted blurry photos that are pointless to keep, I meant to do that on the plane ride home but my battery ran out.
Some pictures only work well when you zoom in on them (the hq's are 5 megapixel images at full quality, so you can zoom fairly far).
I was not going for art with these pictures, simply half snapshot, half color, and a third half (?) documentation.
I still hold to this day that it is possible to do art with digital, contrary to some belief.
The ladies' favorite: Matt Schauer hot and sweaty
ENJOY, maybe if we're lucky I'll scan all the color film (as opposed to color digital) pictures by the end of the summer.
Spork.
OW! ^_^ lovin that nice sweat stain on his tummy
thought ya'll'd like it
John,
I tried to post this, but wasn't able to, so I'm just going to put it here and trust you to move it for me. Ok, so, does this poem sound familiar to anyone? I think I read it in Dr. Morehead's class last year, and I really need to know. Like really. If it does, e-mail me. Thanks.
--Christine
Outlaw: A Love Story
The grocery store is overcharging again and I'm hungry
not poor- or sad-hungry, just itchtwitching for a little snack,
none of that vending machine bullshit, crushed Doritos that crumble
in the package and leave dirty cheese-film on fingers,
I want a peach.
A fuzzy runny sweet peach, and this one is perfect:
maybe I'll see you on the street and we'll share.
But the grocerboy shakes his head and I peachesandcream it,
such a nice smile: peachy keen? with peaches on top?
Still no, cause I have fifty-five cents in my palm,
and the register registers seventy-one.
Fuck That, I think, and A Man's Gotta Do,
and quicktrick: slip it into my jacket pocket
and trust the produce aisle (shhh) not to tell.
The bulge and I swagger outside (OUTSIDE!): GRIN WITH PRIDE,
shrug scolding angels off my shoulder now I have
FREE WILL and I am HUNGRY and I SIT
in the middle of the SIDEWALK and eat my prize.
A little girl in a blue hat, eyes like mine,
walks by and stares at the sticky juice on my chin
I want to offer her a bite, watch the juice
run down her chin too, pull her close, whisper:
IT'S STOLEN!
I want you to see me then, a little girl
in one hand and a peach in the other
and I would break laws for you, too.