slice of life
And much more angry.
I'm supposed to write this article about Ambler, my town, for Utata which I keep doing 'research' for but not getting into. I'm hoping that if I write about this article and talk about it enough, I will actually gear myself up enough to start the article (praying the editor isn't reading this). So far, not working so much. I want to center it on the asbestos factory, which I am obsessed with, but I'm not quite sure how to do so as, oh, hey, I'm not really a writer.
symphony © Laura Kicey
This weekend D. and I visited the grounds and bumped into a posse of happy paintballers with whom we made the verbal agreement to give each other a wide berth. Which meant us staying out of the factory and hitting the power plant instead. I nicked an etched window pane, the kind which I incorporated here:
calligraphic © Laura Kicey
I used it in a hand photo of Dustin I shot while on site, but somehow neglected to post (see the end of this post). I recently found out that a goodly number of people seem to think I photoshopped the bejesus out of the above shot or that it was some kind of composite.
Interesting. Not so.
cousins © Laura Kicey
I spent Saturday in my least favorite corner of the world: New Jersey. I met some nice people, took some appallingly bad photos, ate some monkey cake, and prayed I would not end up here.
icing © Laura Kicey
Mmmm. Winter blubber making. Actually, I have just realized, hours later, that this is actually February, my mistake.
I've also been spelling 'monkeys' as 'monkies' for 24 hours, at least, and I am deeply embarrassed.
rescue © Laura Kicey