|Alright, I'm not going to lie to you. I'm addicted to photobooths. There. I've said it. There's just something about an old-fashioned
photobooth that I can't resist. Photobooths have a special honesty and funky charm about them. They often get to see the parts of your
personality that no one else gets to see, once you close the gray curtain and enter the private realm of The Photobooth.
Oh yes, they know your secrets.
They can tell a complete story in 4 pictures and give you a time-capsuled piece of personal history in an astounding 3 and a half minutes.
And they listen without complaining, like a wonderful friend or perhaps a deranged confessional booth. They're happy to watch you ham it
up like a lunatic, pretend to be a rock star, or get kissy-kissy with someone you have a crush on. Yet, when you're in a hurry and you need
a serious and legitimate photo for a passport and don't have time to mess around, who's there for you?
I'll tell ya who. Photobooth, that's who.
Here are some of my photobooth pictures. I hope you enjoy them. A very special thank you to my guest artist and male muse,
Mr. Jay Maulsby, who is endlessly full of creative cogitation. Also, a travel mug full of indebtedness goes to to my rabbit friend, Johnny,
who is not only a dear friend, a damn fine rodent impersonator, but truly an ingenious singer-songwriter.