Doing my duty as an patriotic American while deviously wearing the guise of creative communist -- take that, arts community! -- I recently helped boost the flagging economy by finally purchasing a digital camera 75 years after their introduction. I can only hope the party will approve of my subsequent work and then perhaps, Lenin willing, I shall be nominated for the Stalin Prize. I promise I won't sell out like that jerk Prokofiev, swear.
Well, off to poorly compose some utterly forgetful imagery. Think I'll see any scantily-clad ladies? It's supposed to hit near 40°. At any rate, purty pictures make blogging even easier for a lazy bum like myself.
Hope it's as fun a toy as that baby-chucking trebuchet.