You know this whole revelation thing has got me wound up. One comment on, hey, you don’t sound so bright when you’re writing and my panties are in an uproar.
Perhaps, the wise sage who spawned the advice should read my bio. I’ve put other readers through it countless times.
Put plainly, sir or madam, I am just not smart! I am upper middle class with an A for adopted stamped on my ass spoiled brat. My blood is filled with unnecessary plastic objects and out and out ignorant white pieces of trash.
Yes, I claim to be a photographer but it was the seemingly easiest choice for a major at my state run school that happened to house my mother, Theresa. Theresa works and professes her ignorance there, I needed to go somewhere, and so put two and two together…get it, no one gets anywhere with my IQ without a little help from Mommy Dearest!
My photography? It’s been called, bland, redundant, childlike and obtuse…
How did one critic put it?
The only critique I have is that I would very much like to see the photographs printed larger. Much larger. I think they were presented too small and that so much detail can only be appreciated if you can really spend more time with the images. I would also have liked to see more photographs. I liked the ones that she presented, but I think there could have been a bigger selection with different trees and maybe some closer up shots. And, for God sake, get over the fuckin trees! Haven’t we had enough dead famous photographers beat this genre into the ground?
Other than that..just find at least different looking trees or maybe some shrubs.
Hard knock life traveling with Ambien Grace. Try walking in my non relevant over exposed beat to the ground with tree limbs, shoes!