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energetic, inventive, distinctive figuration - drawings on laneway walls in chippendale, sydney... by 'uncle slug'
Candid, natural light portrait.
I do quite a bit of candid portraiture, but I rarely post those shots to my stream.
A statue of a monk collects the spare change from passersby along the side of a trail on the forested ridge above Yamanouchi, Nagano Prefecture, Japan.
The title comes from the fact that the face of the statue bears an uncanny likeness to my wife's Uncle Patrick. At the time of this writing, I do not believe Uncle Patrick is aware of his bronze, Japanese doppelgänger.
I always liked this old stencil (shame the phone disappeared) but more and more I like the scuffs and old paint showing through the wall.
Short North, Columbus.
Inside Uncle Bubba's restaurant; Savannah GA
*thanks to NinianLif for the great texture: www.flickr.com/photos/beapierce/2239096590
The character from the famous board game Monopoly, with his hat and cane. He took 8 hours to design on brick paper, and then about 25-30 hours to build. In this build I wanted him to look a little more human-like, rather than cartoon-ish. I was only able to find one image to work off of, which shows him in this pose. It was a lot fun to build!
Thanks for viewing! :-)
...my hubby Tzanko is an uncle to my lil nephew now..he he...they had so much fun hanging out; he's awesome with kids...he'll definatley be cool uncle Z when Damian gets older...=)
Just when things were going swell, my uncle Jerry pulls up unannounced with his camper. He and his wife Peggy (we referred to her as Miss Piggy) agreed to spend the night in the trailer and join us for breakfast in the morning. At least they didn't bring their children. You know, Jerry's kids. (There really were these people in my life and we did refer to them as above).
Macro of a small Hồ Chi Minh figurine taken with a Super-Takumar 105mm f2.8 and extension tube.
MoNovember
When I was a little boy I had a great uncle, my grandmother's brother. His name was Dan. He was Uncle Dan to me. All my uncles, all my aunts were never addressed by their first names.
My Uncle Dan was a loving, kind man who came to our house every day for dinner. He married late in life and lost his wife early in their marriage. He said he could roll a head of cabbage in the hole her loss carved out in his heart.
He never had children. I was his youngest great-nephew and he lavished love upon me. He took me on spins to the seaside in his small blue Mini. These were wonderful adventures. Uncle Dan was a daring driver.
One time, he had parked the car between two lampposts, not leaving himself much room to maneouvre out of. Not deterred by this, my uncle Dan put the car in reverse, hit the post behind him, popped into gear clipped the post in front of him and off we went. All the while he was telling me stories of hurling matches of old, not missing a beat as he banged off each post.
He was a hero to me.
Together we visited all the beaches around Cork. My favourite was Red Strand. We would stand on the shore skimming stones out over the waves. I can never recall swimming with him. I imagine he was not able. I can, however, see him with his pants rolled up, shoes, stuffed with socks, caught in one hand and the other holding mine.
He died before I became a teenager. That hole in his heart, hollow. Funny, how it is that looking at this image brings him back to me. No hole in my heart, but there he is, filling it.
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Have a good weekend!
"Uncle Rickshaw"
This is one of my favorite photos from a photowalk I did in HCMC.
Since I started practicing street photography, it was my first time (out of the glares and the declines I received from other people) that a subject offered to take my photo in exchange. It felt weird, in a positive way, and it really made my day.
I wasn't able to ask his name so let's just call him Uncle. I found him sitting on his rickshaw while having his morning tobacco. We had an eye contact and traded a smile so I thought it would be a waste not to ask for his photo. After I took it, he jumped out of the rickshaw, gestured me to sit there, and extended his right hand for the camera. With full of hesitations, I blindly gave him my phone instead of the camera (because it is in manual mode and the photo might come out blurry). Hehehe.
Some might think I am stupid for letting a stranger to have my phone. Relax, I've already thought of the possibility that he might run away with it, but (1) I may not be a very athletic person, but I could run fast; (2) he would have to leave his rickshaw, and to recover the loss, I will sell it (3) my gut is telling me that this not that type of person. Yet I still owe him an apology for thinking ill of him.
In defense, who could blame me if the first thing people will teach you when going out in public places is to be extra cautious with your belongings?
That is exactly why I am doing this -I want to let other people know that the world is not as bad as it appears to be, not as bad a the media portrays it. With all the bad things happening around us, still, would like to believe that good people do exist.
And to you, please be one of them. :D
(Somewhere in Ho Chi Minh City, 8/22/2017)
There are actually two of these billboards along Interstate 5 in western Washington state, one facing north and one facing south. For decades, the owners of the land posted ridiculous right-wing political opinions on these billboards, such as "How many Americans will we leave behind in Ukraine?" and "Evergreen State College- Home of environmental terrorists and homos?"
In June 2025, the land and billboards were purchased by the Confederated Tribes of the Chehalis Reservation. The first message the new owners have posted on the billboard says, simply, "NATIVE LAND - # CHEHALIS"
Learn more here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncle_Sam_billboard
Life is like a hurricaine... I decided to go with one of my favourites: uncle scrooge. It's modelled loosely after the title image of the german version of "uncle scrooger - his life and times" (www.nerd-supreme.de/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Disneys-On...)
The last days of July, 2019. Balaklava, Crimea, Russia.
Pentax Spotmatic F // SMC Takumar 55:1.8 // Kodak T-Max 400 expired at 04/2014 // Shot as 200 ISO // diluted selfmade D-23 1:1
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I was traveling through Guilin, China and came across this nice Cormorant Fisherman. We got to talking and he convinced me that he was, in fact, my long-lost uncle Pepe. At first I did not believe him because:
1) I keep a strict count of the number of uncles I have
2) He is a different race and we share no common ancestry
3) He is as old as my grandpa
However, he made some very compelling points so I had to concede to his superior logic. It also turned out that he needed a small loan of $100,000 to start a new clothing line. He assured me spandex was making a comeback and he would pay me back within six months, so I lent him the money. I can’t say no to family!
This beauty was in my garden this afternoon. He wouldn't stop long enough for a decent pic so this is the best I got. It's the Oleander Moth or Polka-dot Wasp Moth. It's sometimes called the Uncle Sam moth because of its red, white and blue colors.
It is a day-flying moth that mimics a wasp in looks and movements to help fool potential predators. I have not seen the caterpillar of this one yet but they feed on Oleander and I do have some of that in my yard so I'm sure I'll find one around at some point!