Rag Doll

I didn't even mean to take this. Went from the continuous shooting setting to the self timer I guess. Which explains why I was so frustrated when the camera wasn't taking the picture, I set it down on my desk and went to edit other pictures but then realized my stupidity approximately four seconds later when the shutter released.
And then I really liked it because this pictures made me think about how much you can learn about a person just by looking at where they live.
I have magnetic poetry on my wall. 
A pile of books which I may or may not have read for Hampton's class.
Camera lens and lens paper.
My painted rock whose name I forget but who holds whispered wishes and will keep just one eye until they are fulfilled.

If you were to take a picture of me right now I'd be sitting at the same desk in a similar position but eating shells in white cheddar, baby carrots, almonds and drinking chocolate milk. Which is funny because that never happens. I never eat at this desk and never drink chocolate milk. The pasta, carrots, and nuts however I eat often. But pretend. 

I think that's another reason I love photography. Whatever moment I just caught will never happen again. But I've managed to keep in forever. 

Something doesn't feel right about the pictures I've been taking lately. In San Francisco they were almost too rushed and here I'm almost bored with the similar subjects. Time for a field trip. 

Also, I going to need to redesign the website I've been storing some of my photos on. It's not organized very well at all.