HEYDAY

From Friday until mid this morning (camera died on Monday night, actually) was possibly one of the greatest times ever. I got to see Eddie, and I miss him more than I can really express.














The following is what I have to add anxiety to my poor, freezing life. When I eventually get the courage to tackle this, the blog entry will be great, and mighty. For now, enjoy the pint-sized debauchery. This truly is the worst part of loving pictures and photography. I want to move to Atlanta.