a dead cat and a female fire fighter

I saw a dead cat yesterday in my back yard.
it broke me into a million pieces.
lying, deep permanent sleep on the ground
It was old and perhaps had lived a full, yet difficult 9th life




saw a female fire fighter today on the street.
I was filled with pride and admiration
confident, as her pony tail, blond locks floated through the air
she was young and surrounded by men who worked in tandem with her.
















(I will comment more on the death of a cat, and what my fucken brute of a landlord did. Gawd. I wish I could take this guy's brain and shove it up his ass. It would probably work better that way...)

R.I.P canon 10D

the night before my big shoot, my little back up camera died

i am furious and distraught.

also kicking myself in the foot for lending it to a friend who shot it into the ground.

I knew that it was a weak little thing, but he is my best friend and was in a jam.

but now i'm in a jam.

and he's not around, or has no cash to help me out.

i wanna cry...