So my new Uppercase Magazine arrived this week, packed full of stylish goodness.
As usual, it is full of luscious photos. And discussions of blogs which feature photography.
I am always impressed by someone who can turn a photo of a cup of coffee, gas pump, used condom, etc., into a work of art.
If a take a day of photos and hooch them up in Photoshop, will it make me a lovely and hip person too?
Buy anyway, I ran around the house for 30 seconds with my camera and took a small handful of photos and piddled in photoshop (never done that before) and here is a look at my exciting day in the land of housewifery avoidance.
Laundry, with an added dollop of graininess and grit.
Very sick kitty. Can't remember what I did to this photo. Don't care.
Cure (ha) for migraine on large mottled leaf. I altered this photo, too. Don't remember what I did. Have headache. Don't care.
So now, I'm off to pop another pill into the cat, dress the resulting wounds, start the laundry, and pop another pill into myself.
And then I'll dream about my future in photography.
I did the space needle, and then I almost collapsed
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