Seriously, where did my sweet, happy-go-lucky baby go? I want him back! From one moment to the next I never know what's going to set him off...a toy? a book? popcorn? I feel like I'm stuck with a manic-depressive ex-boyfriend (on speed) all the time. Help!
I'm a natural light photographer and sometimes free-lance writer and graphic designer. I like indie music and messing with Polaroid film. Lately I've been letter pressing and building small goods and wares out of wood and iron.