Rain
Tired of listening to the rain patter against my air conditioner, I decided to venture out. Rudy warned me not to. I had no jacket. The streets were flooded. All of a sudden the air felt like October. It's cleansing I told Rudy.
From underneath my umbrella, I made it a few blocks, managing a couple of photos before racing back and removing my half-soaked clothes. It's cold out there Rudy, I said. I told you he replied.
"After a heavy rainfall, poems titled RAIN pour in from across the nation."
- a teenaged Sylvia Plath, quoting a rejection slip
From underneath my umbrella, I made it a few blocks, managing a couple of photos before racing back and removing my half-soaked clothes. It's cold out there Rudy, I said. I told you he replied.
"After a heavy rainfall, poems titled RAIN pour in from across the nation."
- a teenaged Sylvia Plath, quoting a rejection slip
posted by Matthew | 8:45 PM
5 Comments:
Now that was a beautiful entry indeed! I approve ;)
Also, the first pic is great. what camera do you use?
Sony Cybershot P100 (5.1 megapixel)
The second photo also came out kinda neat, too, but the smallerized version isn't as impressive.
sweet. you should get a flickr account!
i want to. are they free?
yes they are!
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