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Home, progetto molto personale, che vive su una sensazione che si presenta ciclicamente.
Non importa di chi sia la casa.
"Ogni casa ha il suo odore inconfondibile. Qualcosa che ti eccita e ti spaventa. Come quando torni a casa dalle vacanze e rimani sul ballatoio, con la porta aperta e le valigie a terra. Indeciso se profanare quella strana penombra."
(Alfredo Accatino)
L536 rumbles south at 43rd Street on the CN Chicago Sub after snaking through the city on a spring afternoon. April 2024
From the door ....
I spent the afternoon sorting out their artworks, little bits & bobs, and moving P's bed, and cleaning, and hoovering ... AT LONG LAST their bedroom is neat & tidy & clean .... aaaaaah, enjoy my friends, because noone knows how long it will last !!!! LOL
PS : we'll be moving this summer so we're already starting to prepare, mentally & materially
PS 2 : we threw 4 bags to the recycling bin. Four. And also kept things to give to friends & to the boys' school.
(Feb. 20th 2009)
Items:
iMac
iPad Air
Macbook Pro 13 inch
Raspberry Pi
Lenovo and HP Monitors
All using Synergy and one keyboard and mouse
Non ho voglia
Di tuffarmi
In un gomitolo
Di strade
Ho tanta
Stanchezza
Sulle spalle
Lasciatemi così
Come una
Cosa
Posata
In un
Angolo
E dimenticata
Qui non si sente
Altro che il caldo buono
Sto con le quattro
Capriole di fumo
Del focolare
(Giuseppe Ungaretti)
Home
Colors have a rather ironic sense of creeping into frames which otherwise would have been drab and sad. The morning light adds to the bright blues and yellows. The textures on the door and the dark wooden walls come alive with the warm morning sunlight.
The kids wake up , brothers perhaps watching for .. who knows what. Your story could be as good as mine.
I loved the way the sun lit the faces of kid and forgot to check out their subject of interest
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My work space - mouse over for full descriptions of equitment. Desk is custom made - supports are pipe.
After weeks of it sitting in the outbuilding we finally muscled the box into the basement and set up the machine. Gonna be some serious play ahead for us!
My TV remote has a home button. I want to have a home sweet home button, which transport me to my home instantly, on my cell phone.
I was left home alone last night.
After the initial excitement - trying on all of his clothes, lolling in a most unladylike manner on the sofa and belching in un-muted man fashion, dressing up as a commando and attempting to circumnavigate the living room without touching the floor and going to the toilet leaving the door wide open - after the novelty of all these things wore off I sat in the empty space and felt rather like a puppy left at home convinced that it has been abandoned. I began to look dolefully out of the window slobbering on the glass, I paced up and down dragging shoes around the flat, I chewed the leg of the sofa, and then I made little yellow puddles in the corners of the room whilst whimpering anxiously.
I made myself a shrivelled woeful looking dinner, I drank but one paltry glass of wine which tasted of the doldrums and I shuffled around the flat like a hunched up old lady desperate to go to bed to escape the ominous silence.
Careful what you wish for…….
Just days before I was thinking to myself, ‘I could just do with a bit of time to myself to get on with all that ‘stuff’ I need to do that can’t be done with any distractions. I just know that as soon as I am left alone I will become a whirling dervish of productivity.’
In reality as soon as I am left alone the lack of distractions is a distraction in itself.
I realise that I am one of those people who will always have an excuse for why the conditions are not perfect to sit and get on with anything.
I have always longed to be someone who can ‘pull an all nighter’. So inspired and focused am I that time and sleep and food no longer holds any sway. Instead, I associate my nature more with that of a fainting goat. When threatened by a predator their entire bodies seize up and they tumble to the ground, stiff legged as Barbie horses. Threaten me with a few hours, a day even (horror of horrors) to be spent sitting in front of the computer dealing with the 1000s of randomly stored images that haven’t been looked at, edited, sorted, backed up (oh god I’m sweating already) and archived and I am overwhelmed by lethargy. Instantly my eyelids are leaden, my brain fuggy, yawns roll in like waves. Sounds like I have work-related-narcolepsy!
So when I bound jubilantly up to the front door to greet my master upon his triumphant return, rolling over to have my belly tickled, panting wildly, are the motives for my rhapsodic behaviour going to be slightly suspect? Is the truth of the matter that I will simply be exultant to be off the hook for another few hours?!
Is that the real reason a dog gets all excited to see his master returning home; because while they were gone he feels that he failed to get on sufficiently with digging a tunnel through the sofa and into next door’s garden, the living room isn’t soiled or reeking of excrement quite to the level he would have liked and he still hasn’t finished his dissertation on the psychological similarities of little dogs and little men?
Shooting photo pour Home Bicycle Factory.
Découvrez l'aventure de Cyrille et Bruno deux passionnés de vélo, ils sont allés au bout de leur rêve en créant un VTT entièrement manufacturé en France !! www.zapiks.fr/home-bicycles-project.html
I don't have enough bookshelves, so there are books running the length of the under-window ledge in my living room, as well as overflowing the bookshelf in the corner.
Funnily, people have told me that the sight of so many books is intimidating. If they looked closer, they would see my Terry Paratchett collection, as well as romance, science fiction, and childhood favourites. Not so intimidating. I love reading, but I am *not* highbrow.
Daytime photo, Home Depot "urban format" on Halsted in Lincoln Park. Yes, it's two full stories (a first for the chain) and 85,000 sq ft., with some liner retail; garden is in the front, quick hardware purchases (screwdrivers, light bulbs) on one, and more involved items (paint, faucets) on two. Two levels of parking sit on the roof, behind the signage.
The neighbors initially opposed a proposal to build residences here, so the developer's Plan B was this. It's terribly out of scale (almost 60' tall and 80,000 sf in a three-story neighborhood), but is successful enough to warrant more.
Developer: JDL Development (Jim Letchinger)