hey pretty girl, hey.
yeah pretty girl, you. the one with the immaculate coiffure, the faultless finish, the impeccable life; your indefectible, paradisiacal, consummate aura. unblemished, unbroken, undamaged, unimpaired, unmixed, unequaled, unmarred - un utter utopian, girl.
is that you, pretty girl?
lets look deeper.
flawed in the form of lacerated wrists. inferior in intelligence; bourgeois in beauty. conventional, wearisome, goodfornothing girl - stereotyped, subordinate, second-class, smaller, second-class, simple, subsidiary sultana, girl.
i see you, pretty girl.
and im sorry.
Hello (: My name is Jenna and I'm all about photography. You could call me a rookie as I've only been doing it for a year or two, but I don't think my photographs are at all bad for starters. I just got a Nikon D70 and I love it. I take pictures of anything and everything that looks interesting to me. It's amazing how different your point of view is after taking part in photography. It really gives a lot more meaning then the things that usually mean nothing. (: My favorite things to take pictures of are obviously animals and anything that has to do with nature. I don't much like taking pictures of people, including myself. Thanks for taking the time to read this. Please critique and your opinions are welcome. I hope they make you smile. Thanks and enjoy. <3
Favourite Visual Artist
I have yet to find one.
Favourite Movies
PS I Love You, Jennifer's Body, Precious
Favourite TV Shows
Dexter, Big Brother
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Passion Pit, My Chemical Romance, Blink 182, Killers, Deas Vail, and many more. All genres.
I am unique, myself.
I am from that one place in the middle of nowhere.
From warm, loving hearts and big, open arms.
I am from the orange purple blue of the sunset.
I am unique, myself.
I see the little piece of world I'm about to freeze through my camera's viewfinder.
I smell the crisp and fragile fallen leaves in autumn.
I hear the song of the crickets that put me to sleep.
I feel the dizziness from moving in circles as the world spins around me.
I taste the warm, sugary funnel cake from the local fair.
I am unique, myself.
I am from running with the horses and feeling their freedom.
From exploring in backyard woods.
I am from