Sometimes the light just isn't right and no matter how my eyes see things, I can't make heads or tails of my shutters and advances. It's worse when you think that faulty images are the result of failing sentiments, not falling shadows. Maybe some day I'll have a place with all the rooms facing east and crocheted curtains making perfect cookie shapes across your forehead and lighting your gemstone eyes. Then, you'll never doubt my love through film. I'll leave every camera on auto, assured that your beauty won't be lost on my lack of pragmatism or ability.