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Scan from a March 1988 selfie (self-timer) photo of myself and my then ride, 1988 Motor Trend Car of the Year, Pontiac Grand Prix.
This picture was made at the Allegheny State Park in Olean, New York, on my way back to the University of Pittsburgh for Summer term.
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Yashica ML 50mm f/1.9 + Yashica FX-3 : Kodak Ektar 100 : Epson V850.
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Puppet on a String
Now, if we both agree, our newly minted Mrs.D…., Parden me! Lady D. Calabash,
Agree that pistols are just rude and unnecessary …… I will just put this away this objectionable bit of melodrama, and we can continue on with My requests like reasonable adults..
Now, just nod yes with your pretty tiaraed head……
Capital ! Now might I suggest that you keep that frog in your throat from escaping, and stay mute for a bit…There, that’s the girl….
Obviously, you Milady, received our missive, and was just curious enough to come alone see what it was all on about.
But first, please allow me to force upon you apologies for intruding like this upon you day of Matrimony… but now that you are securely wed, these matters needed to be discussed with the upmost urgency…
Ahhh…I saw you glancing away towards the door, but don’t worry about holding up your wedding party Milady… interesting use of a rather rude appellation that, hold-up I mean….., for you see, your entourage is currently being, let us say, “ entertained” by my fellow friends in a manner that your absence from them will not be dwelt upon for the time being….
Ah, did I just see a shiver along your pretty physique? But as a thief yourself, you should not be aghast by my words…
Now… don’t look at me like that, We really do know your little secret….! And No!, allow me to make our position quite clear Lady C… we are not blackmailers, just simple jewel thieves.. not unlike yourself…
Ah I can see by the look in your eyes that you know we are of the same mold, so it is of no use shaking your shimmering head like that, your crafty game is up, now is it not?,
But I must say that your diamond earrings and tiara really put on a jolly nice show whilst you were nodding no!
But let us put those pretty distractions aside for now, and I will make it quick and to the point…. As I know you would prefer it to be…
You’d admit.. That you are a dirt poor lass by heritage… having only been posing as a one of wealthy elite to snag your disgustingly wealthy Intendeds affections, and that all of the jewels you have been flaunting in his and the Lord’s family’s face actually were “shall we say…borrowed” from the rather obscenely rich, family less spinsterish old lady, whose bed-ridden condition you became nurse too , after of course, you were able to convince her to discharge the au pair she was at the current time employing!
Hush, I see you want to argue the point, but that photograph you are holding,, one of several I might add, tells you that the proof is in the pudding against any defense you might try to stage!
My dear just accept the fact you have been found out, and listen quietly without further attempts at interruption and I promise it will be less painful to you all around….
Actually I am doing you a favor my pretty miss… We have already made it appear that your charges safe has been burgled while she slept , and have taken the liberty to remove the rest of her jewels you had secreted away in your chambre , really, under a mattress? Which means that all blame will fall squarely upon my lot for their sad loss.
Don’t gasp like that My pretty Lady, you knew the charade would have to end, and we are presenting to you a way to gracefully exit without being found out…Consider it our wedding gift to you….!
Now attend please, as I have stated, we are not blackmailers, we want nothing more from you after this day than information. Oh come now miss, don’t look coy, you know full well the type of information we can use… Dates of balls, dances and the house guests who will be staying with you at the Manor will suffice…. and no tipping us off to anyone, we will have eyes upon you, the same unseen eyes that have been following you for quite some time now….
Quite fetching, the way you placed your hand to your open mouth just now, That ring really does sparkle a bit, showy little gem!
So…You really had no Idea someone was on to you?
Allow me to reiterate our position then…for one year of your cooperation, the picts and negatives are yours, and we will vanish totally out of your life and let you live happily ever after with your prince, er Lord!
Ahh, I can see it now in your pretty eyes, Game set and match in my court. But do not stress all too much over it, the unpleasantness of being our snitch should last only for a year from today, providing of course we are satisfactorily compensated by your disclosures….
For trust us, for even the dimmest of police inspectors will notice a pattern eventually, and we would prefer to leave you with no ideas of spilling your story to anyone by milking information from you to the point of desperation….
Now me fine lass, Since you are rather talented at telling stories, I harbor no doubts that you will be able to put on a good show for the next year…… also when when you soon rejoin your party today. Though actually I may suggest you remain here and have them find you huddled in a corner at the shock of your loss..
What Loss your eyes appear to be asking?
Well Lady C… It will be best if it appears that you have met the same unfortunate fate as your bridal party… Now don’t balk at this point now Me fine Lady… We have come much too far along this path too to dicker over minor facets of your indiscretions !…
As the preacher said a short while ago , do you take this lady for richer or poorer, and through your husband ‘s exuberance in agreeing to it, than you should not have any qualms about handing over to me the jewels you are wearing….
Now be a dear and do it quickly, it will be painless… then just begin a new , honest , life with your Lord…for I can tell you, after crashing his bachelors party, that the clueless whelp is actually quite a bit in love with you….
Balking a bit Luv. ? … Here allow me to direct….
Start with the necklace Lady D., good, now the rest..
There that’s the ticket…. you’ve got the idea now, quick and easy, that’s a good lass.
No Now, keep the wedding ring, but slip off the other My dear Lady C.!
Is that all of it, not holding out our we? Capital!
Thank you now, quite a lot actually, And see that did not hurt so much did it?
Look! Quite a lovely handful they do make, just admire their shimmer and shine. Well, I will put these twice stolen baubles away for now, not further taunting, quite rude of me I will admit!
And now, allow me take my leave of you.
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As he turned away, Lady D. Calabash felt as if she could no longer let the cat hold her tongue…
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“Tallie” she blurted out , her anxiety forcing her to say something, anything….
He stopped in his tracks, turned around quizzically, cocking his head in a questioning manner, but said nothing.
“Tallie” she said again without reason , lips now trembling, her whole demeanor shaking.
“The name of the au pair girl was Tallie”
But Lady C.’s words drifted off and died away as he smartly turned heel and walked off , but not before hunching his grey eyes up at her in a rather dismissive fashion at the wretched newly titled lass…..
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He left her standing there, dazed and confused…
Slipping down a set of stairs leading to a cellar he made his way through a maze of various objects before he reached a small wooden door. Opening it, he found himself in a seldom used back alleyway.
He stole away down the cobblestone path of the darkened alley, making his way by foot back to his gang’s hideout. Said gang, he figured, should be just now finishing up with trimming a bit of the fat from the wealthy guests.
Cause and effect he marveled wryly as he allowed various thoughts to roll about in his head while he strolled calmly away, making his escape…
Amazing the chain of events that had been set off by the simple discharging of a, seemingly insignificant, au pair girl!
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To see what the significance of the name Tallie may add to this narrative….
Visit the pict and story below…
“An Odyssey Less Taken “@
Will you tell me once again
How we're gonna be just friends?
If you're for real and not pretend
Then I guess you can hang with me
When my patience wearing thin
When I'm ready to give in
Will you pick me up again?
Then I guess you can hang with me
And if you do me right
I'm gonna do right by you
And if you keep it tight
I'm gonna confide in you
I know what's on your mind
There will be time for that too
If you hang with me
Hang with me
Just don't fall recklessly, heedlessly in love with me
Cause it's gonna be
All heartbreak, blissfully painful insanity
If we agree
Oh, you can hang with me
When you see me drift astray
Out of touch and out of place
Will you tell me to my face?
Then I guess you can hang with me
And if you do me right
I'm gonna do right by you
And if you keep it tight
I'm gonna confide in you
I know what's on your mind
There will be time for that too
If you hang with me
Just don't fall recklessly, heedlessly in love with me
Cause it's gonna be
All heartbreak, blissfully painful insanity
If we agree
You can hang with me
Just don't fall recklessly, heedlessly in love with me
Cause it's gonna be
All heartbreak, blissfully painful insanity
If we agree
Oh, oh, you can hang with me
Hang with me
One of the wild cats at our home.... :)
View against black please.
Camera Settings:
f/1.8, ISO 100, 1/3200, 50mm
I was tagged, so here I am, with my hair undone (if only I saw that I was tagged few minutes earlier, I wore such an adorable hairstyle to work TT__TT) but at least not in my PJs xDDD And Kiseki was sitting closest of all, so here we go =)
1 - Take a picture of your doll and you NOW!
2 - You can not change her/his clothes or comb her/his hair!
3 - If she/he is without eyelashes or chips, she will have to be the same, without! Wig is the same thing!
4 - Do not edit or photoshop!
I been sick lately, that is why I didn't upload some pics
I had a tiring photo shoot for a WO event in fancy hotel in town..
guess that make me sick =(
so here a pic of me taken long while back then.. am learning to using curves in photoshop now ^^
Live at Vega, Copenhagen
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The male chital or spotted deer originated from Indian subcontinent in the Bogor Presidential Palace huge, green yard
Entre los espectadores estaba Agustín Jiménez que me pilló mientras le hacía este robado, aunque en realidad pensó que estaba enfocando a otro lado y se apartó para no molestar :-)
Tomada durante la quedada del grupo URO en la exhibición aérea que la Fundación Infante de Orleans realiza cada primer domingo de mes en el aeródromo de Cuatro Vientos
...con todas mis fuerzas
a todo aquello que me haga feliz....
Me dijeron que muy dentro,
hay una cajita donde se deposita todo:
sólo hay que buscarla, abrirla
y todo vuelve a empezar...
(Para Naida)
This is me in 1989 in Yosemite shooting with my 1968 Pentax Spotmatic. So glad my friend took this shot and that I ended up with his negatives! I am scanning a bunch of old negatives right now and it was fun to see this one.
Although I sometimes use Velcro rollers for volume at home I am not a fan of students using them on me . Velcro rollers are great because they grip but when it comes to taking them out then they tangle your hair and the ends go frizzy . I spoke to the lecturer about it this morning and it won't be happening to me again .
Explore #315 Jun 23 2009
un giorno di pioggia Andrea e Giuliano incontrano Licia per caso...
Kiss me Kiss me Licia
certo il loro cuore
palpita d'amore
amore sì per te....
adoravo questo cartone :)
uno recién hecho, escuchando a the game y esperando a que este dia acaba para mañana volver a lo cotidiano
hip hop 4 life.... my turn
Well people here I am! This is from a year ago. After my first 10km run...after losing 55 pounds. I hate having my photo taken and have tried this week and failed at all attempts! This morning I thought I would show you a moment of such happiness for me, pride and accomplishment.
Believe me if I could do this anyone can do anything, I think we all forget that we have the power, and we are our own worst enemy!
Have a wonderful day everyone!
That's me on the right!
The story: It's 1977. I am just over four years old. I am with my parents in San Cristóbal de las Casas, in Chiapas (near the border with Guatemala). It is fin de siècle of the High Hippy era.
We are walking through the market. Suddenly, my mother is sure she sees one of her school friends, a woman she's known from elementary and high school, and whom she hadn't seen for 10 years, riding by on a bicycle. And this, in the market, of the then-remote and not-well-known-to-gringas, San Cristóbal de las Casas.
She calls out, "Naomi!" and sure enough, it was her. Naomi stops, they get to talking, and we ended up staying a week with her and her three year old son (on the left in the photo). They had moved to Mexico a few years ago and ended up living there.
After a random Facebook reconnect last week, my mother found out that they never left: Naomi became Noemi and she's a violinist in the Mexico City Philharmonic Orchestra. And the tow-headed boy, Ari Brickman, son of a Montreal Jew, like me, grew up to be an actor and musician who sings some songs I rather like.
Day 13 Year 4 This was a rather messy process.
Aside from being ridiculously cold and rainy , wet flour is basically paste.
Quick!! Someone get some sugar and eggs and we can make a cake. :)
And of course if you do that then you must listen to...yep, you guessed it.
MacArthur Park by Donna Summer
hahaha!
For The Rogue Players and flour hour