The other day while driving to Six Flags with B I logged into my oldest photobucket account and started showing him photographs I'd taken or art I'd created, for funsies... today I was really thinking I need to pick up a hobby I enjoy again. I used to love to draw, paint, write and take photos. I now find everything I think of extremely cheesy, but I'm of the thought now that I need to start from somewhere and with more creative exercise it'll start coming to me and I'll be more satisfied with what I produce. Here are photos of the past that I actually liked from one of my accounts (picture heavy!):
Bored at work..
Mid-headbang- Whirlwind Heat
Duckies in a pond.
Sunset.
Opposite direction of that sunset.
Few from a day at the dogpark I loved:
Friends!
I'd name him "Sparky"
Fierce.
Kicked out for photographing produce.
Slightly off centered, but I still liked it. Brand new lightrail in Houston.
100 kites at Japan Festival.
Ginger being Ginger.
Old man Ginger.
Yellow slide at night.
Like my hat?
Gravy Train!!!!
Tattoo suicide.
Photos in Tokyo:
Ceiling lamp in the house in which my mother grew up in.
Mom's childhood room lamp.
Delivery from mom in Houston.
Obaachan.
Disappointed that the points got cut off...
Time is so not zen.
Disconnected.
Miniature horses with Brian.
Haha, I'd titled it "semen.jpg"
Pic of a pic. Old school hippie flower days.
Sweeties in Austin.
Awhoreor.
Boredom breeds.
My legs buried in the sand, shadow of Liz.
Mid-show- Fear Before the March of Flames.
Bite. Fear Before.
