Spent a couple of hours editing photos today – and realizing as much as I love them – no one else will probably ever want them. Why am I doomed to being attracted to death and dark and decay? Those things don’t generally sell – flowers and kittens and sunsets – those sell. Strange images from places where people died horrific deaths – not so much. And yet, damnit – I LOVE LOVE LOVE these images – want to cover my walls with them – turn them into wallpaper so I can feel like I can walk straight into them – straight down the rabbit-hole.
