51/365. Last time I visited this place, a brick fell on my head, and I gushed blood all over the place. No such incidents this time around. I'm glad that my photography and I have reached such a comfort with my parents whereas I can come home from a shoot and ask my dad for some help unloading a mattress from the bed of my truck and all he asks is if people looked at me strange. And they did. I created a formspring. I know I'm not interesting or anything, but I really like keeping in touch with y'all, so if you want to ask me anything, go for it!