st paul’s cathedral & millennium bridge, from the tate modern
Can I? Can I just…
I have this picture in a scrapbook, and I’ve been thinking about using it as a FB cover photo or in my blog for a long time. Seeing how the bridge wasn’t built until 2000 the photo was definitely from my 2002 trip to London. The one where I thought I only had a digital camera.
I was getting so annoyed / pissed off / absolutely enraged that out of all the thousands of London pictures I have, the one I want is the one I can not find. Anywhere.
And then, I came across a print of the photo.
What. The. Fuck.
No. Seriously. I have no idea where the print came from. All of the other pictures in that scrapbook were digital. There’s no reason that that one picture should only exist in my world as a print.
If you’re friends with me on Facebook, today you saw:
1) the closing paperwork from when my dad sold the house I grew up in
2) business cards from WRK and the Storm
3) ‘souvenirs’ from my time as an intern for the Hartford Failures
So very weird to find all that stuff. I like to call them “memory landmines” - you know, you’re going through a box of stuff and it’s like “oh, bills, bills, what the hell did I save this for, and HOLY FUCK! I SAVED A STORM BUSINESS CARD!”
I found that Storm card, and suddenly, I was packing my car and moving to Ohio, meeting J and just… reliving all that.
I didn’t spend nearly enough time cleaning that room out. There’s so much more to do, and so much I’m not capable of dealing with right now.
Eh, I can only do what I can do, and that’s asking a little much right now.