Kind of a waste of time?

Ok people, I have a question. If I where to move my blog once more, would anyone actually care? I have been basically double blogging here and at http://joshuar.tumblr.com/ for a few months now. Thing is tumbler is an easier service to use and auto adds my flicker pool and twitter posts to the pot. I only keep using kind of delicious because I think people are tired of me moving my blog, and I keep thinking the comments section will be magically useful someday. So here is my vote, I am going to stop blogging here. So if, for some reason I cant predict, this is a problem, leave a comment or email me at joshua.mr/AT/gmail.com (obviously get rid of the slashes and make at @) Otherwise, see you over on Girls Without Lipstick

http://joshuar.tumblr.com/

love,
Joshua

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A Ride Named Coby

This is my ride. This tank gets me where I want to go, rain or shine, ice or melting asphalt. I love my bike.

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Pillar

The top of a pillar by the bus stop I wait at when my days come to an end at CSU

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Studio

This is an empty studio by where me and my mom eat lunch occasionally. I really like the spooky haunted by dead dancer vibes I get from the place.

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Buildings in Cleveland 2

I pass this building every Monday Wednesday and Friday on my way to meet my mom for lunch. I don't live with her and my dad anymore, but I attend school downtown just a few blocks from her office. We meet up, she gets to see her baby boy, I get to make my mom happy, and free food is always nice.

I really like this building. Old and rustic feeling, only kind of falling apart and is in solid contract with the construction going on all around it.

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Buildings in Cleveland

The light was this wonderful blue/yellow that happens on the clearest of days. It hit the concrete creating this slight purple that my camera couldn't quite get, so I brought it out in Lightroom just a smidgen. Not the best photo, but good colors, no?

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Boarding

This was my plain ride home. It was the fourth plain ride I have ever taken, only the second I can remember (because the first two were when I was tiny), and the first I have ever done alone. It was raining and black the whole way home and when our light blinked it looked like a force field being hit by a photon missile as the watter molecules reflected the light. I ended up childishly convincing myself this was really a force field and I would be safe inside of it - this almost, but not quite quelled my flight anxiety (the anxiety I had just learned I had on the previous flight.)

Feets and Fun

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