I woke up this morning thinking about that song from the Sound of Music, “My Favorite Things.” Don’t ask. I’m pretty sure even my sub-conscience was going, “What the fu…”
But now that I’ve had my morning coffee and feel somewhat human, I look at this picture and if I were to re-write the lyrics, this is the picture that I’d start with. It’d have something to do with bike rides and sand, Holga-why-the-hell-not-snaps, the 420 session that transpired immediately prior to this shot, hanging with Dan, and absolutely no responsibility other than taking pictures and not running one over on said bike.
I know it’s not quite the twirling on a mountaintop, being chased by nazis material made for movies, but then again, I’m not a nun with second thoughts wearing drapes, so cut me some slack.
