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I often sit on these here rocks and look across the bay while pondering life's big questions: what should I have for dinner tonight, where will I be in five years time, how on earth do they expect me to pay back my students loans, et cetera.
Ah, FBF Jade. She was the first doll, bratz or otherwise, that I really worked on getting and had to track down. I overpaid for her a little bit, but don't regret it. She'd been hard to find, so getting her was a triumph for me. This was her display at the top of my bookself in my old room. She's not my #1 anymore, but she means a lot to me even still.
This was summer 1981. I believe I was 11 years old at the time.
If you're a baseball fan, you know that was a strike year. But, we were all about the Oakland A's even then. The team was playing "Billy Ball" under the helm of Billy Martin. Billy had been fired in '79 from the Yankees for the second time. He ended up in his hometown of Oakland to lead a team to a surprising second place finish. He did it on the strength of his starting pitchers who completed an incredible 94 games in 1980. In '81, they would get to the playoffs where they would lose to the Yankees.
So, you'll notice my cousin Jose's hat with the "Billy Ball" logo. I think we all got 'em. He was heading back home to San Diego that day after spending a few weeks with us during the summer. That summer was a blast as we did EVERYTHING - water slides, Disneyland, baseball games (including the minor league San Jose team), camping and more. Really just a fun summer all around.
FYI, this McDonald's was built near a local Piper style airport in San Jose so it took on that motif when it was opened. It lasted for awhile but I think they converted it to standard MickeyD's stylings in the 90s.
Have a good weekend!
I was perusing Popular Photography website today and found an article on the digital black and white work of Cole Thompson. Being inspired by his work, I decided to go back to an image from fall that I never uploaded.
According to the Popular Photography article he will spend 50 hours on one photo, and often uses the blue channel to convert to B&W.
Well, I did neither of those in this picture, but I did use a somewhat unconventional conversion.
I created three seperate b&w layers. The first (bottom) layer was done with Image > Adjustments > Gradient Map, and selecting a black to white gradient. The second (middle) layer was done with Image > Calculations, and selecting the Red Channel for both sources, and setting the blending mode Multiply. The third (top) layer was done the same way as the second except using Overlay as the blending mode. I then copied the first (bottom) layer and pasted it as a layer mask on the top layer.
2.365 "Flashback"
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This is alittle different for me. Although the editing could have been better, I think I managed to bring out the point of the photo alittle.
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Oi meninas tudo bom ? Usei o lindo do Flashback ontem ... mas esse negocio de fériado adoro trocar de esmalte toda hora rs
Hoje comprei o pó de flocagem *-* mas só tinha pote grande , alguém sabe algum site que tem kit com um monte pequeno de varias cores ?
Meninas o convite ainda ta de pé que se alguém quizer fazer parte comigo do blog ta? :$ Manda fm >.<
Então é isso , até amanha lindassss ! E bom restinho do feriado lindo e frio né? Beijos gatas s2
I've been confronted once again to situations which happened 20 years ago when the edge of history made a cut one more time. It was revolutionary autumn of 1989 when people behind iron curtain had met in the streets and demanded change. My generation had been too young to be allowed to participate. Me and my mates were watching those events like tourists in own country. And these memories now return as flashes in the dark, revealing obscure development of history in time.
We're only 7 weeks from Winter, here in the northeast USA. So I found a Spring shot I liked, and changed it up in post.
A flashback tee made using gorgeous Briar Rose knit fabric by Heather Ross with pink ribbing and exposed overlock stitching to neckline.
Takes us back to 2006. We are at the east end of the Bensenville intermodel yard. The pull back crew just brought the power over and after a quick marker test from mechanical, we will be heading home. 2 of SOO's finest SD60's are today's power for train 183. The 60's were good power for this type of train. Not uncommon to have a little over 4 hour trip between Chicago and Portage, WI for this train.
As part of the hen party weekend, we had an '80s dance class.' Which we had to dress up for appropriately, of course.
(The central living area of the house was two floors high, hence this rather odd perspective - it doesn't get easier to look at however I rotate it...)
More lovely things from Lori, but this I bought! She was clearing out more dolls and I simply HAD to jump on this lovely Lottie doll. The very first time I saw her she reminded me of a child version of Reese Randall and needed her but never really pulled the trigger so thankfully I have her now! Finding other clothing for her is tricky but she seems to fit short bratz items just fine so now I just have to find shoes she can wear. Hmm - what about the kelly sized dolls.......
Flashback [44/365] - Earlier this week, my mom and I set out on a thrift store adventure in search of suitable items to complete her costume for the 80's night party she's attending this evening. The best find? The gold shirt. We couldn't stop laughing after we found it hidden in the clothing rack. Tonight I got to see the entire outfit pulled together, and I must admit, I'm glad that I was born in '86 and missed this fashion era. The hair, the leg warmers, the purse... I only hope that there was a checkstop on the way, because this was too hilarious not to be seen by the general public!
I was 14 here. My uncle took this picture of me in my grandparents' backyard in Jacksonville, by the pool. Yes, that's right... rather than, you know, swimming in the pool and having fun, I was wearing a plaid blazer and being bershon. I am pretty sure that was my grandfather's blazer, and I'd bet money that I was wearing it with shorts and either Birkenstocks or those burgundy Mary Jane Doc Martens. Ah, 14. At least I didn't get a sunburn in this outfit, I guess. :)
Day 10--Nostalgia.
When I was little I got a free promotional camera from a bank that went out of business. It was a terrible camera. It never wound the film right, so every picture I took with that camera was double-exposed. Most of those pictures were just a mess, but some were surprisingly cool. I had shots of people suddenly flying over earthquake wreckage or swimming with the whales at Sea World, and I could never predict what would be in that photo envelope when I picked it up at the store.
I haven't thought about any of that in years, but today I was looking at my two favorite shots of the day and started missing those random double exposures. That's just not something that happens with digital, unless you make it happen after the fact, so that's what I did.
Emily sat in this box when she was a baby at Christmas, and now I'm recreating the scene with Annika. (Yes, there are two flashback stories in one double picture!) The other picture is my Christmas tree through a water glass at night. It's weird, but I wanted to try something different, and I like it. :o)
apparently i lied about my dad never growing anything edible.
in my defence, either i was too young to remember this, or it was before i was born.
Traffic was terrible on Friday, so I pulled out the trusty map book and found an alternate route: a neighborhood cut-through between Chamblee-Tucker and Pleasantdale.
I veered off of Chamblee-Tucker at an alarming speed (it's hard to keep pace with traffic while looking for a street you've never seen before!) and coasted up the hill and into the quiet neighborhood. As I took a turn and drove downhill again, I noticed that the houses were quite unlike a lot of the 50's ranch homes that populate much of Tucker. Lots of full-height windows extending into the apex of the roof line. Flat-roofed carports. Dark, dark natural wood tones and big orange double front doors. The works. I'm not certain, but it seems to me that these were homes of the 60's and 70's. The neighborhood's quiet, dark feel only added to the uniqueness of it. By the time I picked my camera up from the passenger seat, the homes were growing more typical, but I felt this one captured it decently. I'll have to go back for more at a later date.
These may be extremely normal to you, reading this, but as someone who has spent most of his life in 80's and 90's architecture, they're very unusual and foreign to me.