My cameras were stolen in Madrid (along with the twelve or so rolls of film that I shot while in Spain), so no pictures for a while. Not that I update this a lot, anyway. The only baby that I have left is my Holga, but I've been having major light-leak issues with it and all of my shots are overexposed.

I have a couple of Polaroids that (thankfully) weren't in my purse at the time of theft, so I'll scan those maybe. I don't even know, this is pretty traumatic, and I'm not even being sarcastic. I loved my Canon so much, it's almost like losing a limb (not to trivialize those who have lost limbs). I also had my dad's old Nikon, the Polaroid camera, and a point-and-shoot digital in my purse. ¡Qué mal rollo!

I think what I'm going to do is find another Canon EOS 650, buy it, and then look for a DSLR because I figure it's a sign that I should shoot more in digital and upload whatever card to the MacBook everyday so I don't lose anything. Thought I'd just fill you in on the dramarama in my photography life because OBVIOUSLY you care [as you should(n't)].