My computer keeps dying on me. In the past week I've lost about 30 hours of photoshop work due to hard/soft crashes and BSODs. I always lose myself in my work. It's on account of this that I'm always forgetting to save; thus I lose everything.
I guess it's my own fault. The machine's ancient and it's a distinct case of flogging a dead horse. That said, it's still a little soul destroying when things get eaten.
Early Saturday morning I woke up needing to pee. I was half way across the room before I realised that I couldn't see. The combination of momentary panic and sleep disorientation caused me to slip. Naturally I hit my easel, the only sharp object in the room. I hit it with my face... -___-
Mark Speight. I always loved SMart (and I continued to do the 'makes' well into my 'grown-up' years). It's sad that things had to end like this. Poor chap.
socially acceptable' to use your camera there.
I don't know how to describe the feeling I get in my head when I see something unconventionally beautiful. I suppose that's why I feel so compelled to capture it; maybe for closer analysis. I also suppose that it all stems from the same bad wiring which causes me to go blind. Go figure.