Ink Polaroid #438: This one is of me leaning over the balcony railing of my friend's summer house. I just woke up so my hair doesn't usually stand up like that. If you look hard enough you can see that I'm squinting really hard because I hadn't time to reach for my glasses. My friend, Bea, likes me better with contacts. "Glasses make your face look small," she tells me. I'm holding my hands up like some champion or would-be conquerer, but in my hands i hold Jeremy--Bea's pet turtle. She found him in her garden once, plodding through the tomatoes. She still doesn't know if it's a boy or a girl, but she says it must be a boy because he's very lazy and doesn't respond when you call. I thought that was funny. That day marked a year since she found him, so now she's going to give him back. We set him free later that afternoon. He sort of just sat there, not moving, not quite understanding its new-found freedom I guess. She hopes it'll crawl into some other girl's garden and be given a new name and be passed on similarly. Turtles live a long time, so I guess it's possible. francisco ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net -----------------------------------------------------------------------