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This reminded me a little of Dantes pictures of Hell. (No not the Simpson's TV show as I'm quite a fan) but the piled up figures in this vending machine.
Oh and watch out. there are more shots to come...so many vending machines at Butlins mwahahaha. Bokeh wednesday be on guard!!
"Our time is fix'd; and all our days are number'd!
How long, how short, we know not: this we know,
Duty requires we calmy wait the summons,
Nor dare to stir till heaven shall give permission."
- Blair : Grave
In celebration of Nationial Bump A Random Photo Day
Don't Do It
I'm currently in Las Vegas right now attending the International CES Electronic Trade Show. I got tired of taking typical shots of the booths, so I went to the Canon booth and tried the Canon EF 135mm f/2.0L Prime lens. I started taking candid shots of people around the place, but boy, this is one sharp lens! I'm dying to get it now!
i'm hoping i spelled that right. bizarre. maybe it's supposed to be bizzare?
anyways. these red light thingys were supposed to let people see our driveway better at night, but they don't work. so i borrowed them for this on a random whim. (actually no, it was because i had nothing better to take a picture of.) sorry for crappy photos. i don't take them like that on purpose: crappiness just seems to happen!
thank you to every single one of you amazing flickr friends who always comment on these. it's funny how something so little can mean so much when you've been having a really bad day. i love you all!
330 days left......not bad, hahaha :P
Sorry, these account is on strike. I'm not gonna post more pictures.
If Micro$oft buys Yahoo! I will delete my Flickr account.
You know that scene where Amelie gets back at the mean grocer-boss, Collignon, by messing with everything in his apartment... Yep, that one. The idea sprang upon me while doing a diaper change this morning when I picked up the down tube t that so resembles a tube of toothpaste. And who needs foot cream when you've got butt paste?! Shot with a Sony NEX-5T Mini+ app.
She warily eyed the finger...knowing that he'd indulged in the pasta e fagioli the night before and uncertain what he meant by "...pull my finger..."
...blessedly didn't kill the cat this time.
After draining and cleaning the jacuzzi I obviously started refilling it. I got a very curious visitor!
Oil and water. Peanut butter and fried eggs. Single malt and anything else. Some things just shouldn't be mixed. I hope Lucy learns this without getting wet. ;)
the mission
san francisco, california
leica m6 ttl
leica 35mm f/2.0 summicron-m
fujifilm neopan 400 (pushed to 1600)
kodak xtol (1:1) 14 minutes at 20C
Montreal, Quebec
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The lingerie shop on Floral Street was offering 50% off Christmas thongs. Ever wondered what a Christmas thong might look like? Well, now you know!
... however, if it's one thing I learned over the weekend, it's that these things are complete wastes. If you're looking for images that have zero sharpness and are choc full of blur, use a tele-extender. I rented this thing. I wish I hadn't. If you're going to rent something for a longer reach, just rent a big @$$ lens instead. Hardly anything I took with this came out worth a fart.
Maybe in 2 or 3 years, I'll have saved up enough spare change to get a 50-500 or something.
BTW, this is not my photo. I wouldn't take a pic of this.
It's after midnight. I just got home from work. In less than 6 hours, I need to get up and do it all over again. And as I was leaving the office, bleary-eyed and foggy headed, I thought, "At least it's not too late." Everything is relative. Someday, I will look back on this and truly appreciate how screwed up it is to think 17 hour work days are normal.
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I need to try to sleep some tonight so that I am not a babbling moron in a pants suit tomorrow. I'm sad that I haven't had much time to visit your streams or play in any of the fun sandboxes (aka, groups) this week. Or to post anything I'm particularly exicited about. Eh. I'm hoping to get out with the camera in the fresh air a bit this weekend... Till then, you get this.
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Regarding the title: that's what my dad always said to me after I've had an outburst about something. What can I say, I get fired up easily, cool off slowly, speak my mind, and have a terrible poker face (except when playing poker.) I took one look at this SP with its completely unrestrained facial expression & heard my dad's voice...
This is posted at the pool in my apartment complex. It's funny how people here are so into rules, while in the Mainland things are so devil-may-care.
Shared some chocolates last night and managed to save the strawberry cream (not my favourite) and the white chocolate one as well, which is one of my faves. Also for the Scavenger Hunt - "Don't do it!" I know I ought not to eat chocolate but I can't resist Thornton's
As you can see by this elegant exhibit, the Walker Museum of Modern Art is only for the ultra-sophisticated, aesthetic connoisseur.
"DO NOT DO IT" At the age of 32 {back in February 1989} and with a liver the size of a football, after being on a daily diet of bottles of scotch, and strong lager that doubled as paint stripper,I weighed in at 6,1/2 stone thats 91lb or 40.6 kilo.
Thats what that shit alcohol does for ya. I was desperately ill, but in total denial. I needed someone to tell me how bad a state I was in. Fortunately, on the 6th of Feb I ended up in hospital, after an accident at work. The doc gave me a thorough exam, then told me the truth about my shot to bits body. Give it up or you will be gone in less than 2 months. Could not argue with that.
This photo was taken in November 1988, by the time I stopped drinking alcohol in Feb 1989, I had lost another 14 lb. The exact time and date of my last drink was, 17.36hrs/ 10th February 1989.
Thankfully, there was a huge light at the end of a very long tunnel. I just had to find it, and in the fullness of time, {just before death was gonna visit} I did..{If you are desperate enough, if you need it enough, so can you} God bless..
The Common Man by Clet Abrahams on the Ponte alle Grazie
Clet Abraham’s street art is frequently shown by the alteration of common street signs throughout Florence. But his anarchic acts don’t stop with a few signs. In a town mired in a 500-year-old artistic patrimony, Clet continues to bemuse residents and visitors alike. Now the Common Man is back on Ponte alle Grazie.
Common Man (Uomo Comune) bears a striking resemblance to the black cut-out figure on Clet’s altered street signs. The bridge-jumping statue, which from a distance looks like it is made of heavy iron, is enjoyed by all (except perhaps the die-hard cultural naysayers) with photographs going viral on the internet. In 2011, Common Man was removed after seven days later city officials, taking weeks and a Facebook campaign to get the statue back into Clet’s possession.
Alexandra Korey of arttrav.com asks “Is lack of permission an essential part of Clet’s art? Position and surprise are elements that contribute to the meaning of the works. Common Man walks perpendicular to traffic on the bridge, proud and determined as he takes the first step in his battle against bureaucracy and the daily grind. His removal, Clet admits, is part of the plan but ‘one can always hope that they might see the light and leave it up, at least for a little while longer.’”
Alexandra continues by quoting Clet: “The Common Man statue is intended as a stimulus to take an important and risky step. It represents one of those moments on one’s life in which one needs to make a decision even not knowing its consequences (the void below him is this unknowingness). So Uomo Comune decides to take this step, and invites everyone to do it. The irony lays in being part of this dangerous spectacle from the safe side of the railing. The act is permanently frozen in limbo, being a sculpture that doesn’t move and will never finish stepping out, and so will never know if his choice was the right one or not – the only way for us to know is if we were to try it ourselves.”
Courtesy of the Tuscan Traveller.