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It's difficult to print lots of posters in a one bedroom apartment. I need to find a new work space.
Mt. Meeker as seen from Ute Highway (aka Highway 66) as one approaches Lyons, Colorado. This is the Greenwood facility for wild animal rehabilitation.
My dad gave me his camera, and this was pretty much the only decent shot ive gotten so far in the low lighting...the quality is abit low because the ISO is turned up so high...but i'd have to say its pretty nice considering that the ISO was at about 1200-1600 or so.
I just fill up my sitting spaces with camera clutter. Again.
Only one of these cameras has film in it.
Guess.
In kindergarten all of the students try their hand at creating a pinch pot. This red and white one is the creation of the smallest Punk. It completes my collection of 3 and they all sit on the sill above the sink to collect... everything.
Olympus OM-D E-M5 Mark II with Panasonic Lumix 20mm F1.7 II ASPH and VSCO Film Filters
Bye-bye my 13 month-old OM-D E-M5! You're going to a new home to inspire a new photographer!
Honestly, there was a bunch of stuff on my friend's kitchen counter and I organized it into this scene.
Jim Lovins had some reason for calling this photo "Joint"--but I prefer my title.
Another of Jim's photographs from our Vietnam year. I've misplaced his description of this photograph, but the sense of it was that he couldn't recall the subject's name; I suspect it's Rick. Edmiston?
Me--well, I like the clutter: The disparate gates, the guard tower in the near foreground, the ladders, the building, the wires, the water tower, and the tropo antennae up on the hill. Really obviously taken in the hospital compound. A terrific photograph, precisely because it violates all sorts of "rules."
Pleiku, Republic of Vietnam, 1971.
all this clutter was at Kim's... living for 7 months with our stuff a palimpsest over her stuff, and hardly any shelves...
not that we're naturally clutter-prone, oh no...
The acetylene feed hose on my brazing torch cracked yesterday (I was happily brazing things onto a rack when I felt a sharp breeze on my arm & started smelling garlic. That's not the sort of thing I want to feel or smell when working with hysterically explosive gasses) so I had to run up to Harbor Freight this morning to pick up a replacement (Airgas would have been closer, except that their welding hoses cost half again as much.)
The solitary bike staple in front of the store was being used as a parking spot for someone's old trunk rack.
A hot air balloon ornament; a white vase; a wicker duck full of dried flowers; a smiling Christmas cat; a tiny teddy bear; and three wooden ducks.
On my bedroom dresser. Artsy Mountain Dew bottles, Shark action figure, classic USS Enterprise. Lots and lots of clutter.