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Liquor. So colorful, so beautiful, so evil.
The colorful clear circular plastic encasement of a boxing glove that rests at the foot of the third floor stairway at Johnny Brenda's.
Bar scene.
Studies on a tree-mouth.
One of the many battlefield marker signs commerating what brigade of soldiers was killed on this particular patch of land. It got kinda heavy after a while.
Hatched fenceline, bales of hay. Dividing lines.
For some reason, I was fascinated with the trees on this particular Saturday afternoon.
The scans are kind of lousy, and the film is shaky and at points fogged. But considering how old it was, and messed up / nonexistant my metering was, I'm happy with what I got.
More dead soldier markers, this time arranged semi-circularly in the cemetary.
One kid was overheard actually asking his mom what would happen if he took some of the change.
A love fest indeed! By the middle of meowchica's 25th birthday party, the imbibing crowd took a liking to her chest. To her apparent amusement, even!
Not sure quite what's going on, but wow, them's some colors and motion blur.
I kind of like my weird abstracts of her video game controllers...
...but I feel like I should rescan these, sans black borders, and work on the color balance a bit.
Chair, scratch.
Liquor, toaster.
My 17-year old cat Squirt seriously did kill a baby rabbit. Brought its corpse into our house and hid it under my folks' bed.
When I related the story to wuvmuphin, she rebranded the cat Slayer. I like.