I don't really like the zoo, but I had an amazing time at Binder Park simply because of the photo opportunities. Well, and because I was with Kincsö, though I'm not going to be seeing any of her anymore.

My birthday was the 17th of May.

I went to see all my family because my great aunt was just released from intensive care. Honestly, I don't know what was wrong. I was glad to see her though.

No one in my family realized it was my birthday, which was fine, and even preferable. This was not because of my aunt, it was because a lot of them were too busy gossiping about one another, and the rest too busy eating, and eating, and eating.

Anyway, I'd like to say that I realized not only do birthdays not matter, but people don't really care either, but I can't say that, I figured that out when I was 6 and invited to my first birthday party and couldn't figure out why the hell I would want to go. I think a shot and a "happy birthday" is really all anyone should do for you. 1 day a year where you can get drunk free.

I also went to a bbq (abbreviated that because I couldn't spell it) for an hour or so, then went to the meanwhile for 2 shots, and then came home and took these pictures with some friends. The photos were the highlight of the day, even if it was for only 15 minutes.

Rose painted windows
let through a light
in which I bathe
and I am warmed.

A drying stream flows
I wish to devour it
so that it's origin
need not be burdened.

But it's taste is bitter,
and not meant for me.
But it has nourished me,
as nothing else can.

A perfect plant
of congruent leaves
and consuming fragrance
teases me.

It's roots are soft,
but withdraw from me.
The dainty tips
will not surround me.

The slinky silhouette
of a songstress who cannot sing
once whispered melodies to me
in my sleep.

The voice grew distant
and more distant still.
The echos still reverberate,
when it is quiet.

I traipse
along the river
to the dam
and wish to set it free.

The songstress silhouette,
the glorious plant,
the warm window,
all line my river.

The window closed,
The plant died,
the songstress, silenced.
I fear my river will run dry.

This has become my first photo on flickr to pass the 1,000 view mark w/o the aid of an external link. Most of the views come from tag searches for tattoos. All my photos of tattoos get viewed a lot, compared to my others.

My first ever was a photo of a friend of mine at formal day at the beach. She was wearing a red dress in the water, and it was linked in a wet clothes fetish site. It received 4,000 views overnight, and was at around 9,000 before I took the photo down.

this one have the website on it.

Dinner. I'm eating it now.

www.elliottandrew.com

yay.

I've seen a lot of wonderful shots friends have taken of their cooking, and was inspired to do the same. I've got a few so far, and more and more to come.

Training the Christian Army...

This is a little knick-knack (sp? who really cares) that Kyle and Evelyn have on our mantle. Cracks me up.

my favorite lens, 50mm ƒ1.4 AF-D.
It's got some surface scratches though, and I really don't want to have to replace it.