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Macro/Close up of the foil and holder of a Ferrero Rocher Chocolate over a wrapper of a Cella Chocolate Covered Cherry.
Yes, I ate them both!!
Nikon 18-55mm @ 50mm with 20mm extension tube.
Image measures 1 3/4" across.
For Crazy Tuesday
Theme: Close Look at Packaging
Easy to recycle if all your packaging is biodegradable.
Red Squirrel at the Irish Photography Woodland Hide, Mountmellick, Co. Laois.
Poznan, Poland
Summer
From what will surely become my "Poznan Diaries", an excerpt of a day toting around a lovely FujiFilm X100F
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Mes moules en papier réservées à la confection de mini gâteaux plus connus sous l'appellation cupcakes proposent des couleurs annonçant un doux printemps à venir. #Macro #MacroMondays #PaperArt
my crazy schedule pictorial [best if viewed in the set... cause there it's in order]: for an undetermined amout of time i've got a ridiculous schedule. doing a paper route and my regular job [plant accountant/company bitch]. thought i'd show you just how ridiculous this all is.
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1.30 pm: no, i am not below licking the wrapper. chocolate is precious. :P
Pink Candy Wrappers
They say every cloud has a silver lining, for me the dark clouds and rain means time to catch up on correspondence. For this whole day of miserable weather I was working...
People must feed this guy because he sat up and looked right at me when I opened my cliff bar. I must have dropped a tiny piece because he went right to my feet. This photo is straight out of my RP with no edits. Amazing sensor.
My Daughter asked for a scarf and chose the yarns.
I have to find the wrapper for the black, but the rest are:
Lion Boucle - Blueberry. I got about 10 skeins of this when it clearanced for a $1 so it's good to use it up!
Lion Brand Fancy Fur - Stormy Sea (do they even make this any longer?)
Sensations Angel Hair - Light Green
The good thing about a huge stash of yarn is that we can always come up with great combos for scarves!
Colourful Christmas sweets. Everyone buys a tub of these at Christmas. And then moans that it's not as big as last year's tub. Forgetting the fact that it's still the same price as it was in about 1986!
Chocolate in any form...dark, sea salt, caramel, raspberry, mocha, hazelnut....and all those shiny square wrappers. Ahhh. Makes me happy to anticipate what's inside.
After a long day of railfanning, 19M is are last train of the day with NS 3658 leading 4588, seen here in Burkeville Virginia outside of Crewe.
Two girls sit on a bench by a small lake, waiting for their boyfriends. The girls are 12. The boyfriends are the first they’ve really had.
Like the girls, the boys are friends. They’ve become a foursome. And today they’re all skipping school together.
It’s November. The wind off the lake is chilly, the grass around it brown and matted, clumped with goose poop and dotted here and there with bits of garbage. Fast food wrappers, empty cigarette packs, old Kleenexes, beer cans – glisten dully around the bench in the weak winter light.
One of the girls lights a cigarette, inhales extravagantly… waves a hand in front of her face to dissipate the smoke from her match. Tosses the match on the ground by the bench. Stares at the lake.
She’s the older-looking one. The more mature one. She has breasts and hips and long shiny hair.
The other girl is still awkward, skinny, flat chested, hipless. Worried that her curvy friend – who she has known since kindergarten – will one day abandon her.
They’ve been friends forever, it seems. And they were always equals. But now, time is taking them in different directions. The skinny girl doesn't like it. Not one bit. But what can she do? She is trapped... helpless. She cannot stop puberty.
“Give me a cigarette,” the skinny girl says.
The curvy girl makes a face like “What? Are you serious?” Turns to the skinny girl, blinks a few times rapidly and blows out a long blue plume into the damp air.
“But you don’t smoke,” says the curvy girl.
“Maybe I want to start,” says the skinny girl, wondering… even as she says this… what the hell she’s thinking. She’s repulsed by cigarettes. Has tried them a few times and ended up sick. Still.
She feels that smoking is a visible sign of aging; of sophistication. It’s one of the few things that sets her apart from the curvy girl – and is within her control. She cannot make her breasts grow or her hair shine or her pimples disappear (although she does her best to cover them). But, if she smokes, she figures, she will look more mature.
So she takes a cigarette. Holds it in her mouth while the curvy girl strikes a match and lights it. Even before she inhales, the skinny girl has a mouthful of awful.
The cigarette has a rank, dirty chemical taste. Like insecticide. The girl tries not to breathe through her nose as she sucks in the smallest possible amount of hot, acrid smoke.
The girls make small talk. They’ve known each other so long they’re able to communicate in something like a code. It consists of single syllables, of grunts, of gestures… any one of which can send them into fits of doubled-over, can't-breathe laughter.
There on the bench… just the two of them… it’s almost as though they’re still little girls. And the skinny one almost wishes they were… that they weren’t growing up; that their bodies weren’t changing; that they didn’t have boyfriends now.
In truth, she doesn’t like her boyfriend. Never would have chosen him; is really only seeing him because her friend and his friend are boyfriend-girlfriend.
In truth, some part of her is not-so-secretly in love with her curvy, mature-looking friend.
She’s been reading up on adolescence in the library. She has read that girl-girl crushes are common at this age; that they don’t mean anything; that, given time, her interest in boys will develop.
She wishes it would hurry up. She’s tired of pretending to like the boyfriend’s sloppy wet attempts at passion. She goes along with it only because, this way, she gets more time with her friend. And when she is alone at night, remembering their double dates, it’s not the boyfriend she thinks about.
“Where the hell are those guys?” the curvy girl asks, looking at the time on her cell phone. The boyfriends are late. The four of them were meant to meet here half an hour ago.
It’s cold by the lake. The girls huddle in their coats, hands in pockets, breath making clouds.
By the time the man approaches them, they have almost given up on the boyfriends arriving at all.
(to be continued)
Model: origami Santa-shaped chopsticks wrapper
Design: Katsuhisa Yamada
Diagrams: in NOA magazine #460
Enjoy your day ;-)
The Christos must be littering.
I was driving west on Irving Park Road (by Schiller Woods) when I noticed this pink trail on the side. And yes, I did leave with the roll, along with various Taco Bell wrappers.