Well I think this is going to be a long one.

Please comment and tell me what you think. Criticism is always welcome.

Okay well I have gone through most of my pics, so I feel like I should post them. I am sure I will go through and edit more later, but for now this is what I have.

Hope you all like them.









 

So although I have already posted these in my pictures, I decided to put them up here also. "Because why" you ask? Because I am BORED.

    "Alpha Company crossed the berm into Iraq on the morning of the war. We were with the First Marine Expeditionary Force, but they went home right after the invasion. We were attached to the 108th Airborne until they, to, left us. Third Infanty Division used us for a while, until their time for parades and heroism came during the summer. now we were stuck with First Armored Division, and still we sat in a city that seethed around us. Warriors were replaced by occupiers, peacekeepers, while we slept every night in the dragon's den, stirred by its fiery breath. We were riding a crest of hatred two thousand years old in a storm that no one who hasn't experienced it can understand. We knew what an AK-47 bullet sounds like when it zips unseen by our heads. We had heard the deafinening blast of 155-millimeter rounds exploding near us. We knew the screams of the wounded and dying, and had seen the tears of men, of soldiers. I watched as we de-evolved into animals, and all this time there was a sinking feeling that we were changing from hunter to hunted.
    Through all this, gleason and Washington sat and looked mindlessly out over the Tigris River, counting the minutes until they could go downstairs to their cots and sleep, dream about better times and better places that would never look the same to them again. The dreams' details faded over time, and before you knew it you couldn't remeber what youd wife's or child's face looked like. Sight was always the first memory to go; the others last longer.I couldn't picture her smile anymore, but I could remember the sound of her voice, or conjure up the smell of her hair or our house. That was what kept us sane and yet tortured us. We embraced those memories like drug addicts shivering on a street corner."

- The Last True Story I'll Ever Tell, John Crawford. Pg 116-117

This is an Amazing book and I encourage anyone to pick up a copy and read it.

Starts out a 8 am with breackfast tacos

And now the Comic my parents put on the fridge.

Some shots of the Tree.

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Presents are opened in record time and NOW time for hour 3 1/2 our drive to Mountain view.  Don't I look happy

We arrive at my Brothers and his new wife (Jae sook) to open more presents.  vv My dad vv

Jae

Now time to go over to Jae sook's sisters (Jae yong [yes thats 3 J's, very confusing]) house for dinner

Me and Jae sook

Big ass prime rib for dinner

Kitchen shot

Some pics of my neice in law, sydney(sp?)

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Brother and syd

Guys getting away from the wemon. (Me taking the pic)

The night ended with opening more presents, and then going home at 12ish.
Next morning got up at 8 again so I could get home for work at 2 (which I got called to come in at 4 when I got back into chico.)

So I finally got 7 rolls of film developed, have only edited about 1/5th of the pictures I really like. There will Deff be more to come, but for now I hope you enjoy these. Constructive criticizm is ALWAYS welcome.

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Thanks for looking, hope you liked them

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Well there you go. Thats just a few of my picstures. Check out some of my other stuff at: http://wish-i-was-good.deviantart.com/

Criticism is welcome and appreciated

Thanks
JW

PS more on its way. I have 9 fricken rolls ontop of my computer waiting for me to get the money to develope them.