April 13th, 2005
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I was going somewhere with this I swear
I got kind of excited about halfway through and was hoping to match up the feeling in my mind with the shot, but it fell apart as I got tired, and I’m so cranky now I don’t want to screw with it anymore.
So here is just a little example of something that died on the operating room table. For every shot that I end up remotely satisfied with and put in a collection, twenty are trashed like this, and about three hundred never even have a chance to be born.
