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I've been having a bit of trouble getting usable pictures lately because recently I decided to try my hand at actually discerning what the multitude of incoherent symbols on my camera mean and for some reason I chose intense manual immersion as my main strategy for figuring out all the jargon. After numerous shoots with little more than a few indecipherable blogs to validate all the time spent trotting around my tripod, I've gained a new appreciation for all the wonders that cameras can do entirely without human help nowadays. So I was pretty excited when these only somewhat auto-set photos actually ended up having defined lines and colors and stuff. I'm not so sure about this location though. Last Saturday I had nothing better to do with my day than drive around pretty much the entirety of the metro area, and I found these perfectly potted plants sometime between losing my phone in a coffee shop and really, really needing to stop for gas. The timing seemed right for some non-automobile-confined motion and those trees had the absolute right balance of Dr. Seuss-ness to be both quaint and polished, but something about the fact that a plastic surgeon's office was quaintly disguised into an ivy covered wall and the prevalence of velour was just a little off-putting. I kind feel like I should have been wearing some variation of extremely well-fitting workout clothes or considerable more color, but everywhere else this One Teaspoon tank just feels so right. Melting apart at the botton and ripped in the back just enough to make it look like a hand-me-down from a narrowly-survived shark attack victim--it makes me incredibly, indescribably happy.