I have forced my friends and family to go to the Fort Worth Main Street Arts Festival with me since I found out about it when I was 16. I love the fact that hundreds of artists, local and foreign, are all trying to sell their art, good and bad, to the people of Fort Worth.
We like art, us Fort Worthians.
And not pictures of windmills and oil rigs, no sir. We want art that makes us look un-Texan. Stuff with pretty colors and weird shapes. The more cookyness involved, the higher the possibility it will be bought by us locals trying our best to be less stereotypical than our neighbor Billy Bob.
This guy was pouring his heart out through his guitar and absolutely no one was paying attention
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Watching Cleopatra Do Ballet
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Botanical Garden Attempts
My mom was talking about how expensive getting my step-brother's Senior pictures was going to be and how ridiculous it was to pay someone so much money to take just a couple pictures that looked so cheesy and fake.
So I offered my services.
And of course I couldn't help but take a few other pictures here and there...
So I offered my services.
And of course I couldn't help but take a few other pictures here and there...
Monday, May 18, 2009
Fake HDR
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