You May Say I'm Just a Dreamer

I got a new camera. This incredibly pretty lomo Diana Dreamer. A mouthful of a name, I know. The colors are so me. It says "dreamer" on the lense.

I know, I know, it's a little trendy for me. And yes, I even had the gall to get it at UO.

But I can't help it. I love it. Yes, I fall in love with products and no matter how hard I try to shake it, I just turn back to it and back to it and back to it. Like the green anthro purse that was leather and was too expensive. and the candy apple green oxford style kate spades. Le sigh. It happens rarely but the draw is undeniable.

Look forward to upcoming pretty pictures.

(Side story: looking through old photographs of my parents as teenager made me fall utterly in love with photography, in general. I've never been one to take many pictures because I felt like it took me outside of whatever was happening. Like taking a step back and removing myself, distancing myself, from action. from life. But seeing the gauzy, low-fi, golden fuzzy pictures of my parents at the beach, with their names written in the sand. It was... utterly breathtaking. I framed those pictures for my parents' christmas gift and vowed that I would one day get a camera from the early 70, late 60s and take photographs that captured that same hazy wonder. This Diana is the next best (and cheapest) thing.)