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A young sailor getting new tattoo, with his white skin it will really Stand out. His wife at another work station getting a small Valentine's Tattoo.
On the eleventh anniversary of our first date, Prairie and I got married in a simple courthouse ceremony.
The ceremony, performed by Kittitas County Superior Court Judge Fran Chmelewski.
My daughter getting acquainted with a lemon. :p
lighting:
2 strobe lights pointing at a white BG @ 1/1
1 strobe in a softbox, 5 o'clock 1/2
increased clarity in lightroom
dodge n burn in PS
1/200
f/6.3
ISO 100
35mm
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Playing around with various blending effects. The purple part was made with "Agony"
a program by member named Flikr. Various other programs, he made are avalible.
Where: Inside Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA.
When: End of July 2011.
What: A young boy finding harder and harder to entertain himself.
As I transfered from community college to the state university I developed an organizational theory....if I were to get a bookcase to store all my notes and books when the bookcase filled with information so would my mind...not sure if it's worked but it's a great visual reminder.
Every time I walk through these doors it reminds me of the opening and closing title sequences to the TV show Get Smart starring Don Adams! He walks at a rapid clip throug a series of doors at the hidden secret head quarters. If you are old enough to remember at the close the doors don’t open and he runs into the doors. I’m afraid that the doors might not open for me as I walk through these doors. These doors are motion activated.
As I wrote earlier, I have been ill.
All day.
Jools is feeling tip top, so while I lay hovering close to death laying in my pit, she went to the gym for a workout, then, on the way back gets me a coffee from Starbucks opposite the hotel. Opposite and down a bit, then to the left. But close enough.
I drink that pretty quick, but I am not feeling very sharp at all.
So after Jools has a shower, she goes out for a wander and I stay in bed, listening to the radio, whilst my stomach empties.
And by one in the afternoon, I was feeling more human, so I began to think about what to do when Jools came back. And at just gone two, I see her in her coat coming back, carrying a huge cup of coffee for me.
She has been out on the L, going to various points she knew not where, as got lost twice, but had a good time.
What did I want to do?
Ride the L of course.
She sighs. Well, she put the idea in my head.
At quarter to three we go out, walk three blocks to the subway, where three bucks gets us one trip, to anywhere in the system.
We take two stops, then get out and go to the street onto the L, where I am happy as anything, standing at the very back of the train, snapping the scene as the train headed south.
After three stops, and going round a tight curve at a junction, of which I get pictures. And I am happy.
We get off and wander along the streets, stopping off at a health food place for a bag of chips and some juice.
I felt a little better.
Walk some more, back over the river, on a road that ran parallel with Michigan, as the designer shops and crowds are so boring.
After a few blocks, I see a tap room, and I am thirsty, so go over for a pint of porter. Which hits the spot, but goes straight to my head.
Of course.
Meanwhile, the dark clouds that had swept over the city in the afternoon were now producing light rain, and we scuttled north getting closer to the hotel.
We come to a bbq place, and I say, shall we eat here? I mean, its nearly five, eat early, back in our room and relax?
So we do.
Jools has a half baby back rib and I have brisket, both of which were good. Stunning to me who had not eaten in some 22 hours.
As ever, the food came with a side, and we also asked for onion rings. A small mountain of those came, which we made a fair dent in.
The ribs and brisket were stunning, the best of either I have had. So a win there.
But we left so much food as we both had had enough. It will get trashed.
The rain had stopped, so we walk back to the hotel in the thinning crowds as the time approached half six, and back in our room soon after.
Tomorrow, things will change, somewhat....
TÃtol: Getting petrol (Sóller)
Àlbum: Fons Tom i Cordelia Weedon
Autor: Tom Weedon
Data: 1956
Contingut: Dona repostant a una benzinera
Descripció fÃsica: Neg., 6 x 6 cm, plà stic, B/N.
Signatura: ES ASIM TCW 0331
leica m8 || canon 50mm f/1.2 LTM
I've been walking in the rain just to get wet on purpose
I've been forcing myself not to forget just to feel worse
I've been getting away with it all my life (getting away)
However I look it's clear to see
That I love you more than you love me
I hate that mirror, it makes me feel so worthless
I'm an original sinner but when I'm with you I couldn't care less
I've been getting away with it all my life
Getting away with it all my life
I thought I gave up falling in love a long long time ago
I guess I like it but I can't tell you, you shouldn't really know
And it's been true all my life
Yes, it's been true all my life
I've been talking to myself just to suggest that I'm selfish
(Getting ahead)
I've been trying to impress that more is less and I'm repressed
(I should do what he said)
Getting away with it...
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Here is another conceptual photo of music artist Cody Draiken, for his song Berserk.
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Model: Cody Draiken
Photographer & Everything Else: Jeff Thomas
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Lighting Setup:
- AB800 shot through a beauty dish to the right of camera
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