No. 52

I spent the evening with two lovely ladies last night triggering lights, listening to Shel Silverstein and making frames. You may ask "At which point did the prized animal make it into the frame" and I shall draw a blank. I will defend myself by stating that the dead animal belongs to my roommate. The eyes are rock hard and at some point a tongue was waxing their reflective surface. I'll leave it to Krystle to spice up the boring black backdrop. I attempted to wash out this image in order to mimic many photos I've seen in family photo albums through the decades. 1980's here we come! Color cast and all.