Saturday, June 13, 2009

the day the pictures stopped



this is a subject that i am not fond of...the day that all photographic records of my european travels were lost. there were hundreds of them. parisian doorways, an english country church, a glaswegian cemetary, self portraits of swinging high above the grounds at the carnival outside the louvre. i cried once i realized that my little ibook had deleted them at the hands of my own folly. anyway this was about three years ago and it has been hard for me to pick a camera back up with the same vigor and vim. that is one of the reasons that i wanted to start a blog...to wake up my dormant photographic eye. i'm trying!
the three pictures above are all that is left from the deleted photos. i had stuffed them into photobucket back in the friendster days. it makes me a little crazy that i can't enlarge them any more than they are because they are but copies of the originals.
p.s. one of the lipstick kisses on oscar wilde's grave stone is my own...

3 comments:

sarta mexicana said...

Hello there!

Beautiful images. So sorry, so sad.

ashley said...

oh, you poor thing! looks like we've both been to glasgow. it's divine, innit? i fly from atlanta into london, then took a bus to glasgow, and then a train on from there to the western highlands. i'm scheming a trip back to scotland next may, when this garden i really want to visit (the garden of cosmic speculation) is open for only one day of the year, and for only 5 hours!

Hallie said...

ok, i'm going to look that garden up.