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I had Woodland cut me a logo, since I'm pretty sure I could never hand-cut something like this as well as their CNC machines. Turned out pretty nice, IMO. Set me back $46, but still. This will be going on the backdrop, which is rusting nicely now.
April Fools.... only a few are actually in Explore right... like my Lovely Poppy (#1 photo here on this list..)..... I know, I know, it shouldn't mean anything that I made Explore, but it is fun!
1. A very lovely Poppy, 2. Pretty Panseys All in a Row..., 3. Three Images in one!, 4. The sun sets on a hot day..., 5. Ahhhh, now you've gone and ruffled my feathers!, 6. Water Drops, 7. Water Lilly's, 8. A Brilliant Pink!,
9. I fell asleep and when I awoke...., 10. An Ants eye view..., 11. Excuse me, don't feed who???, 12. Just a water drop or two..., 13. Haiku Moon, 14. A lovely pink Rose..., 15. Just a bit of fluff...., 16. A touch of yellow,
17. Little Sweet Willie..., 18. Pretty n' Pink, 19. Adrift..., 20. Love Upside Down!, 21. A Lazy afternoon of fishing..., 22. He's just starting to get pollen on his legs..., 23. Take Off!!!, 24. Sun Worshiper,
25. A Garden Overgrown, a joy to behold!, 26. Is it true??? Oh yes, Autumn is here!!!, 27. Who is at the window?, 28. One Wild and Crazy Egg!!!, 29. Pink Flower, 30. A textural walk through Walmart, 31. A look into the World of Poppy's, 32. Cacti,
33. Allergies abound..., 34. OK! Can I have everyone's attention please....., 35. Just one of the flock!, 36. He was looking right at me...., 37. Ravaged by bugs..., 38. Pink Protea, 39. Stalking it's prey...., 40. Yellow Roses For My Flickr Friends!,
41. A Pink Camelia, 42. Flower or seeds?, 43. In the Garden Basking in the Sun..., 44. "On a Wing and a Prayer!", 45. How I see myself..., 46. In the Grotto..., 47. A Lady!, 48. Honey Bee,
49. Proud Peacock!, 50. Just Flying By..., 51. Yellow Beauties Bathing in the Sun.., 52. High Above the Clouds..., 53. Contemplation..., 54. A Proud Egg, 55. Reaching towards the Sun..., 56. Five Nuns,
57. The Bee Dwarfed the Flower..., 58. Yellow Stamen Framed, 59. Self-Portrait, 60. I have the evidence...., 61. Water Drop, 62. Is it 4th of July yet???, 63. Bursting with Color!, 64. Deep in the weeds...,
65. A coffee pot from the past, 66. A pale yellow vision of beauty!, 67. Sunset at Sacramento, 68. Thoughts of the Past..., 69. Morning Moon Framed, 70. Spotlighted!, 71. Happiness, 72. Beautiful Blue Agapanthis!
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14 - Fools
This was meant to be taken for the 1st of April but I've lagged behind a bit. I thought about setting up a prank and trying to photograph it in process but that seemed like an awful lot of effort.
Historically the word fool was used to imply jesters or clowns so I've used the Joker card to demonstrate it. I recruited a couple of very willing individuals to hold the cards to make it a more interesting image. The participants were not recruited because I think they are fools...honest!
1. 87/366 He loves Nikon too!, 2. 86/366 Spring is finally here, 3. The last sunset of 2007, 4. For all of my fellow SOLDIERS, 5. 12/366 Cat in the window, 6. 42/366 ~footprints~, 7. Its been brought to my attention . . ., 8. Swinging HIGH!,
9. 52/366 The Fro, 10. "Are you happy mommy?", 11. Playing around, 12. 82/366 Jumpin for joy. . ., 13. ummm..., 14. 20/366 The Jellies, 15. 62/366 Preventing me from working out, 16. 18/366 Pajama Day,
17. 33/366 The outcome, 18. 32/366 What 26 looks like. . ., 19. Kayla and Miss 50, 20. 13/366 The Digital Photography Book, 21. Such a sweetie, 22. 75/366 All I had to do was ask, 23. Still Playing around, 24. I love it...,
25. 8/366 Shhh..., 26. 81/366 A Perfect day for blowing bubbles, 27. Oooh the Jellies, 28. 69/366 Snip Snip, 29. For those that love cats, Nikon and Diyosa's action..., 30. 19/366 Movie time, 31. enough with playing, 32. Your kidding... right?,
33. 41/366 Sunsets on the beach, 34. 55/366 he misses Kayla too, 35. 34/366 Who's up for a movie?, 36. The many smiles of Makayla, 37. 27/366 Pretty Flowers, 38. The Birthday Girl, 39. 38/366 ~me again~, 40. 29/366 He wanted to go again. . .,
41. 1/365 Let the fun begin!, 42. And..., 43. 90/366 This will have to do!, 44. i know...you've seen this before, 45. 85/366 Easter Egg Hunt?, 46. 21/366 Just me and my girl, 47. The cat flickrs too!, 48. 72/366 She thinks she is slick,
49. Kayla and the goat, 50. Just me, 51. more of . . . me, 52. 39/366 In case your wondering... they are serious!, 53. 4/366 ~ F E E T ~, 54. Bowling, 55. Still Playing around, 56. 79/366 She has turned into the perfect model,
57. 10/366 Dare to be different, 58. Cookie wanted in on the action, 59. Jump for Joy!!!, 60. 76/366 Im weak... I know, 61. 70/366 Smile vs. Smile Pretty, 62. Revisiting the Beach, 63. Out with the Old... In with the New!, 64. HELP!,
65. the way we roll, 66. Chalk, 67. 80/366 Winkin at cha!, 68. 47/366 Crashing Waves, 69. My first shot with the 50mm, 70. That's It . . ., 71. 14/366 Sleeping Cookie, 72. Crackin up!
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So, X started and still managed to lose to O. Fool. The standard of noughts-and-crosses playing on public works of art in Littlehamtpon is very low.
The latest Fool offering is a neck-through version of the classic short-scale "student" guitar that players like John McLaughlin and Todd Rundgren adopted because it allowed them to stretch out for giant extended chords.
This character's name is Raquela. She's two years old, but she has the developmental skills of a 10-year-old. She loves fooling people. One of the things she likes to do is to wear a diaper to trick people into thinking she's not potty trained, when she in fact is.
Whilst the adults were getting serous I went off again to fool around with the kids and practice my miserable Swahili.
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Thoughts tumble, feelings twirl, my mind is in turmoil as I walk at pace and talk out loud to myself like a mumbling buffoon. It's early morning, seven o'clock and fortunately there are few people around to deem me crazy, other than a handful of lycra clad joggers with asses like two small children fighting in a potato sack, and a guy being walked by his Rottweiller against the backdrop of the dramatic shoreline.
It's crazy to think this way, though think it I do, as I stride with purpose, reasoning and cogitating her ever word, spoken from behind those luscious red painted lips that are so adept at seducing me to the very knees of my heart. I should be stronger than this, I should resist and retreat, lick my wounds and count my blessings but I cannot get the thought of her out of my stupid mind. The way that she holds her cigarette until the burning embers await the inevitability of their free-fall towards the ground and oblivion, a moment that plays out like a scene from a classic black and white film in my mind as I dote on her every word, fawn with the best of them, fall victim to her womanly ways and prey to the addiction she creates within my soul.
I come to a standstill beneath the rotting metal struts and ageing wooden rafters of the old nineteenth century pier, and if ever there were a metaphor for my worthless carcass, then I've surely stumbled upon it this morning by chance or circumstance. The reflection in the mill pond water shouts 'old man' and 'fool', as my grey hairs scream like florescent beacons in the early morning light. What the hell am I doing? She's no more than a child, less than half my age, why, I could be her father for God's sake! .
Common sense, a touch of dignity, a little rationalization wouldn't come a miss right now. Away from her I can be sensible, adult, think this mess through and compose myself. A man of my age, a wife and two children, a mortgage and two dogs, my life settled and ordered, happiness and love. But fuck, she's so beautiful! A word, a glance, a flutter of those eyelids and I am putty in her hands as she smiles at my weakness, laughs at my inadequacies and foibles, mocks my animal instinct. Hate me, for I deserve it, slap me, for I'm not worthy, in my heart of heart I know I'm wrong, but God damn it, I'm flesh and blood, I'm a red blooded man, there is a fire burning within that has so seldom been stoked these past years of monotonous fatherhood, tiresome marriage. It's a release, a shedding of my skin, a final rebellion, a testament to the lion within this cowering pussy cat.
The shoreline mocks me with tidal surges that kiss my shoes and have me running like a fool to dryer patches. The pier, like me, has seen better days, as my eyes are drawn to the corridor covered by a thin veil of see mist on the horizon where the metal and wood blends as one, and part of me wishes that an ancient and beautiful queen would rise from the water, gracefully floating on a cushion of air towards me as she imparts her words of wisdom on this foolish man's ears. Pull yourself together man,this is Southend on Sea at seven in the morning, not a scene from a David Cronenberg film! I have the desire to walk into the water, follow the light, walk that corridor and see where fate takes me. My life is a mess, my memories candy floss and my hormones sent back in a time machine to my youth in the mid seventies when love was free and responsibility a word not yet fully formed in my personal vocabulary. I walk the beach alone and afraid of myself, uncertain of my future, afraid of what I might become, what I might already have turned into. A monster, a pervert, a leach. Hated, vilified, loathed and despised, I have the power to destroy all and sundry, to crush the beauty of what is mine for life, to wreck and wreak havoc in equal amounts.
And yet I have no power at all. One look, one glance, the crossing of those legs, the suggestion of intimacy, the allure. I am undone, exposed, weak and pathetic. I am man.
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Written October 10th 2010
Photograph taken on October 10th 2010 underneath thebeautiful pier in Southend on Sea, Essex, England.
Nikon D700 55mm 1000s f/16.0 iso200
Nikkor AF Nikkor 70-210mm f/4-5.6D. Manfrotto 055XPro carbon fibre tripod with Manfrotto 804RC three way head and Nimon ML-3 infra red remote shutter release.
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Baby, I know the story
I've seen the picture
It's written all over your face
Tell me, what's the secret
That you've been hiding
Who's gonna take my place
the ground hog family is still providing great entertainment ... I had to cover the hole into the den because Toby was sticking his head down it ... so one baby ground hog was sitting on the wooden palate and the other was sticking his head up from the hole and then between the slats of the palate ... check out the teeth on the baby in the hole!
This gorgeous thing is a rhubarb fool. It's ridiculously easy to make. Precise measurements can be found here:
www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2011/may/08/nigel-slater-...
and
www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/wordofmouth/2012/apr/12/h...
Me, I just took 3 gorgeous long stalks of ruby red rhubarb picked only hours ago, and cooked them with some sugar and a tiny bit of water. Once they sort of broke open and were all thready, I lowered the heat to a simmer, took off the lid, and let everything reduce down a bit. Adjust the sugar if you need to.
Meanwhile, I kept my Kitchenaid bowl and whisk attachment in the freezer. While the rhubarb was cooling, I took some heavy cream, a little sugar, and a tiny bit of vanilla and whipped. Once the cream was to a perfect consistency (not too runny, not too stiff), I folded in the rhubarb. And that's it.
And on the seventh day, God created Manchester. So, with that in mind, I tucked my flares into my Afflecks Palace branded wad0rz, zipped my parka up over my Hacienda t-shirt, adjusted my curtains and headed underneath the city with our kid.
Across our land, those draining pioneers have named the sewers, culverts and drains based on their experiences, the features and the emotions that they have felt while braving the dark waters. Wonderful evocative names are discussed online and at drinks, Megatron, Dreadnaught, Flow Selector, Tangfastic, Pipemare, Masticator. Words that remind people of difficult infalls, or st00py side tunnels, forgotten mill goits or breathtaking chambers or plugholes. This one is no different. Those brave first explorers thought long in to the night after returning from here, cold and wet, and yet elated, desperately searching for a name that would encapsulate the subterranean underworld beneath the city. And then, like the switch of the torch going on, it came to them. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Medlock Culvert.
The River Medlock rises in the north, in Oldham, and winds its way through the parks of Manchester before disappearing through tunnels and culverts before falling into the Irwell in the city. This was the second visit here, the first with cameras, and it was higher, much higher than before, the dark water swirling under our feet and echoing off the brick arches.
Guess I am just a fool who's willing
To sit around and wait for you
But baby can't you see
There's nothing left for me to do.
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