I play poker. There's this thing that happens called "tilt," where you suddenly start to act in ways that are irrational because you just experienced enough bad luck to set you off. Some people go nuts, get aggressive, get all "gambly," while others get scared, believe that they'll never win, and back off.
Recently, I have been on "tilt" with respect to photography. I am pretty sure it has to do with a)artist jealousy (a friend of mine has crazy talent), and b)material envy (he just got a new camera, one better than mine). This doesn't surprise me, though: when I was barely two years old, I was at the pool with my mom and saw this kid sitting on the edge of the pool with a shiney red popsicle in his mouth. I wanted a popsicle. It wasn't fair. So I walked up behind him and pushed him in the pool! My mom did the right thing and let his mom verbal blast me for as long as she wanted.
Tilt is my responsibility. And so: it's time to shake it off, suck it up, and stop being a baby (that's me psyching myself up). Here (finally) is another photo. ;)
Cross processed 100 film, this was taken this past summer on a walk around our neighbourhood.