"Jay T47" is an ordinary, conventional type of photographer who snaps routine pictures of only prosaic materials such as a cow sliding down a hill, Popeye out for an outing with an octopus, communist icons, and phallic cup cakes. He does portraits of the usual subjects. You know -Tasmanian devils, Flying Foxes, Santa s… Read more

"Jay T47" is an ordinary, conventional type of photographer who snaps routine pictures of only prosaic materials such as a cow sliding down a hill, Popeye out for an outing with an octopus, communist icons, and phallic cup cakes. He does portraits of the usual subjects. You know -Tasmanian devils, Flying Foxes, Santa showing his back side. That sort of thing. He enjoys boring drinks such as Cocky Hop and Santa's Potty while snapping pics of Nazi war planes. Few people know that his father is Harpo Marx and that he murdered a mannequin. They never found the head and arms. See his photostream if you don't believe me! His albums are the usual: "wrong camera" and "Bitching in the kichen." When he's not downing a pint or photographing such meaningful and aesthetic subjects as gorilla asses, and beached jelly fish, he's a member of the Velominati bicycle police, making sure that all cyclists shave their legs and don't use rear view mirrors.

What do churches, butterflies, mushrooms, money, "NO SMOKING" signs in the Welsh language, jellyfish, and moonlight memorials to a bout of midnight drinking have in common? John has photographed them all, of course, and then presented them for our delectation and amusement on flickr. He is an excellent photographer (… Read more

What do churches, butterflies, mushrooms, money, "NO SMOKING" signs in the Welsh language, jellyfish, and moonlight memorials to a bout of midnight drinking have in common? John has photographed them all, of course, and then presented them for our delectation and amusement on flickr. He is an excellent photographer (NO BELM) and is never sarcastic (BELM). What would we do without him? Long may he grace the proud pages of flickr.

The singular arrangement presented within these here photos only adds to my father’s eye for something more than just a chap with a fancy camera and a fancy lens. He some how trap’s what he’s seen when he has seen it, right at that very moment. Meaning nothing to you or I. Though the thought that it means so much to hi… Read more

The singular arrangement presented within these here photos only adds to my father’s eye for something more than just a chap with a fancy camera and a fancy lens. He some how trap’s what he’s seen when he has seen it, right at that very moment. Meaning nothing to you or I. Though the thought that it means so much to him, starts to drag you in. Then makes you wait around for more and…