Rock,

So yesterday was picture day in the Fooled By April camp. It's been a year since we last got any photos taken and we really need some new rock shots for the new rock image.

Luckily for us, our good friend Jimbo Frimbo (also good friend of Brendo Frendo and photographer par excellence) was available to lend us his talents for the afternoon. Also lucky is that nary a block from my house is an gigantic abandoned paper factory/railyard where lots of homeless people and drug dealers hang out. And what says rock more than drug dealers, rusted railroad ties and burned out factories?

So we packed up the equipment and set out with towards this modern day Gomorrah. Now, let it be said that I hate taking pictures. I have massive insecurities about how I look anyway, and when coupled with the fact that I can't ever seem to not make some goofy face, it just becomes a bad scene.

But we persevered. Some highlights included when I realized the thing crunching beneath my feet wasn't gravel but was in fact a squirrel skeleton, when I definitely contracted gangrene by cutting myself on the rustiest fence in the universe and when Jordan made his super hot "pouty face" for five photos in a row.

I'm out like Ansel Adams....