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Perspective: it's a thing. I'll level with you. Perspective is a good thing even when everything around you is taupe, beige, grey, greige. What I've left behind by dashing into this little place was mostly greige — levelled, lowered, self-centred, selfish, colourless, bland. It's different in here.
Put aside sex and gender. They aren't important. All you need to know is who is beside me. They are alone, but not. There is a shape and form which says this is their spot; it's familiar. There's a kindness in the chatter from the staff — no hurry over this lunchtime pint. It's comfort. Their story is untold. Their theme is clear.
At their feet, almost unnoticed, is a shaggy dog; not unkempt, just shaggy by nature. This is a restaurant and that is most evidently a dog. An Irish terrier — uncommonly genteel. There's more of it here in the West Country than I've seen elsewhere. At the celebrity café in Newquay when you walk in with a dog, the dog is "seated" and served a fresh bowl of water — then you get a table. If it's a big, black greyhound then a portion of the fish of the day is put aside, cooled then later fed at the table to that patient, gentle hound. That was Newquay and this is Falmouth — between this shaggy dog and their companion there is a closeness, even more than between the gentle staff and the customer. This is love as pure as imaginable.
It's an ice breaker. We chat, pat and for a moment the dog extends their kindness to a travelling stranger. Sated, it relaxes back into its role as carer, companion, dog. There's no point-scoring. There just is…
There's no forgetting this wonderful, quiet interlude: free of rush, tension, haste. That will all return. But right here, right now, this is one of my most memorable moments.
In these unusual times, our perspectives shift and many things that once seemed controversial have made way for those small bits of beauty that we can find in the everyday.
Fredericksburg, Virginia
A little perspective.
I have never seen a baby horse this small, including this one. It was standing just distant enough from from the adult to make it look tiny. Obviously, I liked the effect, or I wouldn't have shared it.
BTW. If you were expecting an owl, there is probably a burrowing owl somewhere back there in the distance. It would be really tiny though.
Thanks for stopping by.
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when habanero is the very first ingredient listed on the nutrition label, you know its gunna be hot. this sauce is rated at 50,000 scoville units. to put that in perspective, a jalapeno is between 2500 and 8000. habaneros are between 100,000 and 580,000. the scale goes up to 16,000,000. a couple drops of this is all you need to warm a bowl of chili. this is one of the latest additions.. i love hot sauce.
shot taken for strobist sundays, theme fruits & vegetables.
im also gunna use this for macro mondays, theme nuts.. cuz you've gotta be nuts to eat this stuff straight up!
strobist: lumopro lp120 fired via rf-602 at 1/1 power at wall behind subject with black foam core gobo. 580exii fired via rf-602 at 1/4 power held in my hand above subject. see setup shot below...
explored..
Another shot from my trip to Rotterdam. As autumn takes over, the sunny days will become few and far between. Fortunately I still have a couple of pictures in my backlog.
I loved the lines/wires and the bird/perspective of this photo :)
On another note I haven't uploaded in FOREVER but I'm finally done with finals and schoolwork (well until school starts again) so I'll be able to upload more :)
I came across this cross street on my way back across town. I really enjoyed how the lines just keep leading you deeper into the picture
"Dear New York,
You are in your subways, where your earbuds whisper softly to each other. Where you are rocked to sleep, gently as the trains move, and you are part of some great everyone. So you are a city that walks on top of another city, a city of people dreaming, you put your foot down on dreams when you cross the street, your children play, on dreams. You go to work each day, on layers of moving dreams. You are pieces of life from subway to skyscraper. And I wish you could hear the way your voices sing like I hear them, but you can't anymore than I can hear what my voice sounds like. None of us have accents inside our heads. Our voices and words are water and tasteless and colourless because of how much of them we drink.
Only other people can hear what we sound like. Tonight, thank you for being those other people New York. "
- I wrote this for You
Just an idea that's been running through my mind. Midterms are approaching and I'm dying already trying to keep up with reports and presentations and god knows what else in life. AGH.