99.365 :: 'Cause I'm Feeling Like A Criminal
22 of 30 days to 30 years
One fingerprint memory that I have is not a very good one. But I suppose that it made such an impression that it's stayed w/ me all this time. It left me scared for a long time.
When I was 11 or 12 years old, our house was broken in to. My grandmother was living with us at the time, and it's thought that she came in to the house when the burglar was still inside. She went straight to the kitchen and washed dishes, so she was there for a bit. When she finished she walked to her room, the closest one to the front door, and found some of her belongings were ruffled through. She freaked of course, and called the cops and my mom I'm thinking.
When I got home from school and walk in to my room, the last one in the hall, and with a glass door to the backyard, I see everything is a mess and thrown about. He had broken through the wall that connected my room w/ the laundry room, so he started there, and we assumed he didn't get to "finish" w/ my grandma's room b/c she got home and scared him away.
What has always stayed with me is how my white shiny formica furniture was full of black fingerprint dust and visible perfect fingerprints had been found. All over my furniture. You could see where he had touched and had been. He got away, yet he didn't, b/c he left his prints behind.
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I've caught myself being conscience of leaving prints behind sometimes. I'm not sure why, but I think sometimes I should wipe the surface down. Now I wonder if it has to do w/ that burglar.
After thinking of how to do this shot, I realized that using my thigh / hip / tummy area brings me to the "imperfection" view I have for that part of my body some times. Then I started thinking that my stretch marks are my own little fingerprints from pregnancy. And it made me smile. You can see them toward the right lower part of the frame.
project SoulPancake: Examine your own fingerprints
Feb's ABC's: B is for Bare
Musically Challenged: Criminal, by Fiona Apple
TOTW: Imperfections
**And in the end...
For those that like stories and need to know a definite end, know that the same guy came back 6 months later, spent the day inside the house, smoking, drinking and eating ice cream and listening to my sister's like a virgin madonna cassette tape. He left a note for the cop on the case and for us saying we were stupid for not having an alarm, and that the cop wouldn't be able to catch him. Well, he was caught, my mom went to trial and he went to jail.
99.365 :: 'Cause I'm Feeling Like A Criminal
22 of 30 days to 30 years
One fingerprint memory that I have is not a very good one. But I suppose that it made such an impression that it's stayed w/ me all this time. It left me scared for a long time.
When I was 11 or 12 years old, our house was broken in to. My grandmother was living with us at the time, and it's thought that she came in to the house when the burglar was still inside. She went straight to the kitchen and washed dishes, so she was there for a bit. When she finished she walked to her room, the closest one to the front door, and found some of her belongings were ruffled through. She freaked of course, and called the cops and my mom I'm thinking.
When I got home from school and walk in to my room, the last one in the hall, and with a glass door to the backyard, I see everything is a mess and thrown about. He had broken through the wall that connected my room w/ the laundry room, so he started there, and we assumed he didn't get to "finish" w/ my grandma's room b/c she got home and scared him away.
What has always stayed with me is how my white shiny formica furniture was full of black fingerprint dust and visible perfect fingerprints had been found. All over my furniture. You could see where he had touched and had been. He got away, yet he didn't, b/c he left his prints behind.
**More at the bottom**
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I've caught myself being conscience of leaving prints behind sometimes. I'm not sure why, but I think sometimes I should wipe the surface down. Now I wonder if it has to do w/ that burglar.
After thinking of how to do this shot, I realized that using my thigh / hip / tummy area brings me to the "imperfection" view I have for that part of my body some times. Then I started thinking that my stretch marks are my own little fingerprints from pregnancy. And it made me smile. You can see them toward the right lower part of the frame.
project SoulPancake: Examine your own fingerprints
Feb's ABC's: B is for Bare
Musically Challenged: Criminal, by Fiona Apple
TOTW: Imperfections
**And in the end...
For those that like stories and need to know a definite end, know that the same guy came back 6 months later, spent the day inside the house, smoking, drinking and eating ice cream and listening to my sister's like a virgin madonna cassette tape. He left a note for the cop on the case and for us saying we were stupid for not having an alarm, and that the cop wouldn't be able to catch him. Well, he was caught, my mom went to trial and he went to jail.