"ps"

On my first full day in Atlanta (not the first full day that I spent completely locked up in the house..) I ventured out with a water canteen, my camera bag, and my ipod shuffle full of great music that I shoot to (I will post the list below for inquiring minds.)

Sluggishly I put one foot in front of the other. It was hot, sticky, and difficult to breathe, aka humid. My eyes were exhausted, difficult to keep open as the river of sweat began to pour down my face. I walked by images that my heart wanted to capture, but the simple process of setting down my water, bringing my camera bag to the front of my body, and pulling it out was too much of an ordeal. 

However, as I finally stumbled my way down to College Rd. from Hosea Williams, I walked past a vacant building...dressed in graffiti none the less- I love both vacant broken down buildings, and graffiti. Immediately I set down my water, swung my camera bag to my stomach, pulled out my camera and tucked myself under a "Do Not Enter" chained fence. I could smell the spray paint, I put my hands on the rust that dressed the worn holes in the building. The heat paused for a moment, and this building offered me a place of shade, and a cool breeze for a moment...just long enough to take a few snap shots.

PS. That's a loaded phrase. Often at the end of our letters it's placed..."postscript." Sometimes it's "p.s. don't forget to the milk at the grocery store."

I couldn't help but think all of my own "p.s.'s" especially the most recent ones. It's almost as if you could ignore most significant messages (often in the forum of e-mail)I have written and go straight to the p.s.

©brokenimagery

This building starred at me, trying to provoke emotions I do not welcome. Ones that I stray from when a song comes on and I quickly hit "skip." "P.S...huh?" I though quietly in my little noggin'. Yeah, how about I start making postscripts for myself? Why not? We are taught to do things for others, give, love, respect...how often are we told to perform this action to ourselves. From now on, I think I'll start my own little p.s. at the end of some of my thoughts...when a negative or unwelcome thought presents itself to me, I just may try to add a "p.s." in there...something like, "p.s., you're not that bad Bilyeu..." or "p.s., don't forget to laugh- a lot."


I go back to Boston on the 28th- a much more climate photo taking weather environment- please be patient with me as I crouch towards that date...

p.s. have a goodnight y'all...

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Pamela's Picture Taking Play List as of July 2010:
1. Reckoner, by Radiohead
2. Weekend Wars, by MGMT
3. Skinny Love, by Bon Iver
4. Phantom Limb, by The Shins
5. Where is My Mind, by the Pixies
6. Don't Panic, by Coldplay
7. The District Sleeps Alone Tonight, by The Postal Service
8. Everything In Its Right Place, by Radiohead
9. Dashboard, by Modest Mouse
10. The Youth, by MGMT
11. Crown of Love, by Arcade Fire
12. Lump Sum, by Bon Iver
13. Banquet, by Bloc Party
14. Chicago, by Sufjan Stevens
15. Marching Bands Of Manhattan, by Death Cab For Cutie
16. All I Need, by Radiohead
17. Sparks, by Coldplay
18. Kissing The Lipless, by The Shins
19. No Ones Gonna Love You, by Band of Horses
20. For Emma, by Bon Iver
21. Ocean Breathes Salty, by Modest Mouse
22. The Dress Looks Nice On You, Sufjan Stevens,
23. The Handshake, MGMT
24. Karma Police, by Radiohead
25. Sleeping Lessons, by The Shins
26. Breathe Me, by Sia
27. Not Tonight, by Tegan and Sara
28. Read My Mind, by The Killers
29. Wild Horses, by The Rolling Stones
30. Comptrine d'un autre, by Yanntiresen