Sun 2 Jul 06

Nora fears the fireworks at night. She cowers and runs between my legs. Where’s your bark now little dog?

The last two nights I’ve worked third shift which has me crashing for hours at a time in the afternoon and leaves me in that dream-like fog when I am awake. This has been my work’s temporary solution to the animosity. Temporary is most definitely the word as I can’t function like this.

If nothing else though, the thirds have given me some time to do some old school picture scanning at four in the morning and I’m starting to get some history up in the photos section. Take a look.