06 July 2007
the little camera inside the photobooth? it loves my mother, adores her. every single photobooth frame I have of her is luminous. this is what I love most about photobooths: they capture people in a way no other camera can.
here, I am loving: the side-turned pose and that lovely brown shoulder, the crisp white blouse (which I like to think is tied at the waist), the terrifically short (albeit slightly crooked) bangs and holy smokes, that smile-- impossibly fresh-faced and full of promise, mi madre. other words that come to mind: giggly. sparkly.
I used to be giggly and sparkly once. I miss it.
other photobooth friday peoples:
scrumdillydilly (and last week)
acumamakiki (and last week)
matt (and last week)
woofnanny (and last week)
the lulu bird
(daniel minnick! I lovelovelove his work and am over the moon to see him posting to the photobooth friday flickr group. more on him later.)