Friday, December 16, 2005
Trippin 1
Being in airports, for some reason, always infuses me with a certain buzz. I don�t know whether it�s because I�ve always thought of airports as a checkpoint of sorts for people�s lives or if it�s because I�m always itching to go somewhere new, but either way, I usually get a bit heady when I�m there. So me and my sis are prancing about the squeaky departure hall floors when we spot a kiddie-playground-airplane-thingy. Giving in to our naturally heady instincts, we then proceeded to traipse around the thing and shoot trippy pictures through the red-tinted-bubble-window-things on the side or the kiddie plane. I kinda like this one of my baby sis... wheee�
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