Eighty-Seven.

Eighty-Six.

Eighty-Five.

Eighty-Four.

Eighty-Three.

Lighter.

Eighty-Two.

For Christmas I got Studio Lights, and backdrops.
That means more portrait photography soon! :-D

Eighty-One.

Eighty.

Merry Christmas Eve!!!

Seventy-Nine.

R.I.P. Brittany Murphy.

Seventy-Eight.

Fake.

Seventy-Seven.

Seventy-Six.

You are the Dancing Queen.

Seventy-Five.

Eye can see.

Seventy-Four.

We danced.

Seventy-Three.

Our cats are the only ones who truly love us. :)

Seventy-Two.

Reflect.

Seventy-One.

False Security.




We came home on Monday night to find our front door busted open and our computers stolen. Any picture I ever took is gone. All of the original files, all of the ready to print files, gone. We had to secure the door with a chair the first night, and also the second night, while we waiting for the guy to put in our new door.

Merry Christmas?? =/

Seventy.

Sixty-Nine.

Sixty-Eight.

Sixty-Seven.

Sixty-Six.

Nature's pom pom's.

Sixty-Five.

Sixty-Four.

They call it "inspiration".

Sixty-Three.

She smokes too many cigarettes.

Sixty-Two.

Frozen in time.
(another older one, just a re-edit.)

Sixty-One.

Keep the blood off your hands. End discrimination against the LGBT community! Fight for equal rights for all. :)


NO
H8

Sixty.

A dying breed.

Fifty-Nine.

When Oliver was a kitten. :)

Fifty-Eight.

Crystal eyes.




This is actually an older picture, but I did a re-edit. So I wanted to post it. :)

Fifty-Seven.

Color me pretty.

Fifty-Six.

"The candy man can."

Fifty-Five.

"Get your own place! This condo is MINE!"

Fifty-Four.

She'll paint this world a color of her own.

Fifty-Three.

The Last Supper.

Fifty-Two.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Fifty-One.

"Rage more."

Fifty.

The gaze.






Wow, 50 days since I've started this blog, that's insane!

Forty-Nine.

Bridge to nowhere.

Forty-Eight.

Hidden agenda.

Forty-Seven.

Breakable.

Forty-Six.

Not THAT kind of girl.

Forty-Five.

Meet Mr. Kindess!

Forty-Four.

These eyes of coal.

Forty-Three.

"Prone to habitual relapse."

Forty-Two.

The vanishing act.

Forty-One.

A taste of wine.

Forty.

I walk around in circles.

Thirty-Nine.

Caught in a spiders web.



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I love Friday the 13th! I hope everyone has an amazing weekend! :-]

Thirty-Eight.

Summers last breath.




I'm listening to weird music and loving it. Happy Thursday!