I saw a dead raccoon on my way to the bus stop today, :(. Its mouth was wide open, as if screaming in pain or crying for help right before it died. It made me really sad. I called the Toronto Animal Services to take it away.
I think I have to put up an ‘about me’ section on this blog with something short about myself. I was never planning on it but the blog feels incomplete without it and I have a raging urge to fill the void. But the reality is that you’d get to know me better by the reading of my blog entries and the viewing of my photos than any paragraph I could ever write about myself. I don’t think anyone wants to read about you unless you are really and truly an interesting person or if you’re famous in some way. And if you find yourself forcing to sound interesting and awesome, stop. Your readers can see right through it. Don’t try to be interesting because that makes you uninteresting. I guess I’m saying be yourself. I’m starting to go off on a tangent here, so anyway, I’ll throw something quick and lame together just so the blog feels complete.
The photo below was taken in the bedroom I slept in, in Montrose, Pennsylvania. The single best part in photography is finding the most interesting things in the most ordinary things. You don’t have to have a conveniently pretty scenery, or be at the Eiffel Tower, or the Swiss Alps, or the Grand Canyon, or the Great Wall, or a studio, to take a good photo. You could be at a dump site and find absolute beauty in something. Anything. The kind of beauty that you can’t find in the most beautiful places. In fact, a dump site would be perfect for a photoshoot. It’s like wearing special glasses that reveal the beauty in all things ordinary – things that people do not normally pay attention to or are not drawn/attracted to. It’s the greatest.
It’s September and I think it’s ridiculous.
