White Noise
As a result of my inability to use an electronic device or piece of machinery for any period of time & not in some way damage it (aside from my camera so far, thanks be), my mother has sentenced my sister and I to weekly trips to the laundromat as opposed to allowing us to do our own laudry with the machines we have conveniently located in the basement.
Every time I go there, though, the quiet & stillness makes me antsy, & a possibly allergy to detergent makes me itchy, so this week i brought my camera. Instead of going crazy, i threw thumper around my neck & snapped these frames. hope they’re not too terribly mind-numbing.
still-framed joy 