Finally! I got my photos back from the Modern Appliance Band (and other related studies in black and white.) As if I were so fancy. Per my photography teacher, I am trying to "capture moments." One important thing I learned is to make sure your line of vision is not obstructed by rude and poorly-placed poles. Sheesh. This one, of Lynn running, is my favorite. Neat shadow.

So apparently this photography obsession runs in the family, as my brother just sent me a link to some black-and-whites he posted. Perhaps we could become the first-ever brother/sister traveling photography team... Though it's probably been done already. It's interesting because I think both of our sets have some merit, but they're really quite different. I most enjoy his ones at the lunch counter, and of the homeless man. Actually, my mom is also a bit crazy with the camera: One of my favorite moments in Vermont was when we pulled over to the side of the road and both got out with our respective cameras to photograph this insanity of a junkyard/lawn. And I loved that my mom wants to frame it with the words, "At least my house isn't this bad."

Oh and Pat Benatar photos are up. If you like words better, Sarah has a splendid account of the show.

I guess my blog is not much good for those averse to looking at random pictures of things in which they have absolutely no interest.