once an hour i light the flower and burn, baby, burn

thursday, may 4, 2001 : pictures came back today--at least roll one that is. roll two will be developed when i get home. they came out very well--my photo at the vietnam memorial is my favorite, the one of myself with the jfk bust the second best, because it shows exactly how massive the bust is--something i didn't even realize while i was there. for a simple point and shoot camera, my trusty photo-taker is very impressive.

shortly after writing that post, "the second roll," as it has become known to historians and archaeologists around the world, disappeared - lost in the abyss of moving from room to room, state to state. the world mourned the loss of photographs of the dc "skyline," pictures of arlington and amusing pictures of victoria as a happy-go-lucky theater-lovin-theater-writin lass of twenty.

that is, until yesterday, when the prints taken from "the second roll" came to light. my father found the roll somewhere (i intend to find out where, but haven't seen him in two days, as i've been busy trapsing around new england with the revelry concert tour and all, so i haven't been able to ask) and dropped it off.

i literally squealed when i looked at them. and the funny thing is that the pictures aren't even all that significant - they're just your basic tourist shots. but they had taken on this mythical quality, having been lost for over two years, and i just couldn't believe they were actually found.

who woulda thunk it, eh?

for whatever reason, i haven't been able to stop singing "childlike wildlife" for a good solid two days now.