PHOTOGRAPHYING 101
1. 22. 22.
Convo- Circa 2005
Architect: “Birgitta, you’re always going against the grain. Always breaking the rules and doing your own thing.”
Me: “Uhuh…”
Architect: “Don’t ever stop. You’re controversial.”
Me: “Thanks!”
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Still love you, G!
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Pro tip #532
Turn your ISO/Iphone lighting down darkly so there’s a bunch of film grain and crap. Nobody likes a perfectly clear pic! Now snap that $#!+ !
Love you too, ‘pros’! xx
1.22.2022.
A date so cool it gets its own blog post.
This date is known as Celebration of Life day. Although former President and movie star, Ronald Reagan, selected January 22 as the official day to celebrate life in the womb and honour the sanctity of human life, his precious dedication was soon vexed by a select group of individuals who felt attacked.
Now you just knoooow I got something to say about this.
If, as a person, one sees a group of individuals celebrating life in utero (that’s a fancy way of saying in the womb), cherishing their baby pictures and they’re being a threat to absolutely no one, and another person- our group of people- come along and start persecuting them (again, for simply displaying their love and affection for babies while in the womb), then who are the evil ones? That answer is blatantly obvious.
This isn’t about abortion. At all. It’s about freedom of speech and the right to protect both partys’ free will and rights to autonomy. Both parties have the same rights, regarding freedom of speech. It’s just a shame they can’t sit down in someone’s house over a supper club, brandy, a great dessert and a HEAP of understanding all the way around. And maybe a board game and a joint.
CHASE BANK BOUGHT ME A BEER!
Actually thats…not true at all, they didn’t…but they are making me drink one at 8:47 in the morning after our 700th phone call just now. (Thank you, Cheryl Crow! I too like a good beer buzz early in the morning.)
It’s Friiiiiidaaaaay. Time to let our hair down a little and re-thefuk-lax.
Love you Chase! Will be seeing you next week (again. and again. and again.), Love! 💕💩💕💩💕💩💕💩💕💩
TABLE
Homemade Tiger Shrimp & Tilapia Ceviche, marinated in lime, lemon, & OJ with red onions, garlic, vine-ripened tomatoes, raw honey, cucumbers, avocados, fresh cut cilantro & sea salt; + Sriracha cucumbers on the side w/ tostados, in a perfectly chipped bowl. My recipe. Iphone SE cellie. 1.20.22.
Served with an ice cold Yuengling. Of course.
OH CHASE…
… where is thy sting?
Well helllllllo, Jo. You’ll be hearing from me soon, Compadre. But not in a survey…
*to be continued*
CAPTAIN MIGRAINE
*Red robe tie to squeeze my migrainey head tight- check.
*White ghetto-rigged pirate patch to shut out the blinding light- check.
*Sloppy pillow to ensure longitudinal pain- check.
*Weighted blanket- check.
*Jokes for days- Josh. Not supposed to be laughing with a rager!
Me: “Dude, you have got to stop.”
Believe me when I say, I’ve given birth to a whole freaking person (x 4) and it didn’t touch my infamous migraines.
Thanks, J. I owe you one. x
p.s. Y (and D), thanks again sooooo much for your prayers, ladies. 68% UP. Even took off the pirate gear…
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*photo credit: Joshua Martin
Captain Jack Sparenone
Homegirl don’t play in the mornings. This is my you better run look. 1.19.22.
GROUNDHOG DAY
(Sorry Spielberg, I had to fix your colour cast! *Not my pic, all rights reserved.)
I feel like Celie from The Color Purple, after she done had the tar whooped out of her after fighting for everyone’s freedom for so long. Gone were the days of her fiery spirit when she’d stomp that foot down and defend herself against the brutality of the patriarchal system confining her. Nope! When her son came to her one day, asking for marital advice- in a creepy Twilight Zone move I did not see coming- she looked up, dissociatively, and muttered, “Beat her.”
“Another day, another **** ***.” Isn’t that what anon said in her hippie diary journals, Go Ask Alice? Yes, Chase Bank, it is. (Highly recommended read though! That book taught me how to properly smoke a joint at 13. Recommend!)
But back to poor Celie…
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INSIDE
THE IN-BETWEEN
She placed the towel over her head for a parachute, then with all of her might, ran as hard and fast as she could, running straight off the highest mountain. The towel fell from her grasp, and she fell and fell, squeezing her eyes closed, as much as her strength allowed. She continued to fall, until…she opened her eyes and saw that she was flying- soaring! Shaky, naked, afraid, uncertain, but safely up there with the clouds. ❤️
AND GOD SAID
“I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between Me and the earth.” – Genesis 9:13/KJV
Garden of the Gods. Shawnee National Forest. Illinois. (Almost SOOTC.)
m o n o c h r o m e j u n k i e † 