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Holy Moly, what a trip. I think while coloring this, I may have been on acid. That would probably explain all the insane patterns. I guess the color isn't bright enough to be on acid, but gosh darn it, it's pretty close. Now, with all this insanity, the story I told about the picture without color completely changes. It's not the same picture at all, and all that nonsense I talked about in the previous post about hitting the wall and all that is completely thrown out the window. Too bad, I kind of liked that story. I guess it's like when you look at your favorite picture that hangs on your wall at home. You have been looking at it for years, maybe, and it still looks fresh to you sometimes. Not all the time, of course, but sometimes you find yourself looking at it and thinking different thoughts about it. You have seen it so many times before, it's on your wall after all; you look at it absentmindedly all the time. But today, you're looking at it and really thinking about it. It looks different than when you first put it up there. You have changed so much since you first saw it. Your life is completely different than that day and yet you still have this picture you love so much. However, you rarely look at with nostalgia, instead, it continues to change with you. Either that, or you just don't even see it any more. That was quite a tangent, sorry about that. I'm not sure if I ever had used this picture in the background before this one, although I use it all the time now. It has become my favorite go-to "blue sky with clouds" picture. Like most of the other photos I put in these days, it's from the Holga, and I only use the top half. That's slightly sad since the bottom half has my sister, Abigail in it. So, here is the whole picture; it's Abbie at Higgins pond in the summer of 2010 when she cut off all her hair and donated it to bald headed kids. Enjoy!
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