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Spirit Animal, on my morning run at a very humid day.
I suppose the snail felt gorgeous. I on my part felt like a snail that day, as if my feed were glued to the ground.
This is what the completely finished bedroom suite looks like! It has a very tropical, vacation, but handmade air about it. I love the way it came together in the end. :)
Second shot of my cotton buds. Taken by the window in my kitchen.
They look like living organisms to me.
Have fun!
Here is where we split off - half going out to Craig Britton Trail and half up the Borden Hatch Mill-Grabtown Gulch loop.
From the left: Nancy, Willie, John, Joanne, Leslie, Linda, Noah.
As a boy I studied this face during boring sermons. Today I know it was made more than 1000 years ago.
The tall block to the left is Montreux's Tour d'Ivoire (a block of flats with a view) and to the right the railway up to Glion and Caux - a route followed by Dick Diver in Tender is the Night
"When the funicular came to rest those new to it stirred in suspension between the blues of two heavens. It was merely for a mysterious exchange between the conductor of the car going up and the conductor of the car coming down. Then up and up over a forest path and a gorge—then again up a hill that became solid with narcissus, from passengers to sky. The people in Montreux playing tennis in the lakeside courts were pinpoints now. Something new was in the air; freshness—freshness embodying itself in music as the car slid into Glion and they heard the orchestra in the hotel garden.
When they changed to the mountain train the music was drowned by the rushing water released from the hydraulic chamber. Almost overhead was Caux, where the thousand windows of a hotel burned in the late sun."
Back in 1991 I wasn't having any fun
'til my roommate said "come on" and put a brand new record on
Had a baby on it, he was naked on it
then I heard the chords that broke the chains I had up on me
-- Weezer: Heart Songs
It's me not calling.
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Shot for the Utata Weekend Project "Unintended Art"
Rust-Oleum presented their kitchen cabinet and countertop transformation kits during a media event in New Orleans, LA.
www.charlesandhudson.com/archives/2011/02/rust-oleum_targ...
Weekend Project (July 3, 2014-July 18th, 2014) Portrait in Profile
ODC March 1 - Portrait From Behind
OÖM is a socially and environmentally ethical clothing company.
Heavy rain and wind meant that the tables, chairs, and umbrellas in the Plaza de Panama in front of San Diego Museum of Art were stacked and closed.
Weekend Project "Vibrant Colour" 14th-27th January 2017
52in2017 41 Vibrant
117in2017 3/117 Bold Colour
I went downtown looking for that public telephone, hoping that someone with a cell phone passed by.
I hadn't to wait too much.
I should say I just had the time to aim the camera and take the picture.
It was too easy. I need other challenges... :-)
Sono andato in centro, in Corso Matteotti, cercando proprio quel telefono pubblico, sperando che passasse qualcuno con un cellulare.
Non ho dovuto aspettare molto.
Dovrei anzi dire che ho appena avuto il tempo di inquadrare la scena e scattare la foto.
E' stato troppo facile. Ho bisogno di ben altre sfide... :-)
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illustration by Stian Hole
fingerless glove by me
For utata iron photographer 252 and for the weekend project "handmade"
IP requires:
1 - something covering a hand
2 - something held in the hand
3 - soft color
Lots of good bits. I like this especially for "sympathy and scones". She meets him at her grandmother's funeral...
"He kissed my ankles, and my calves, and he lifted up my dress and kissed my thighs and I took down his trousers. And then suddenly a seriousness came over what we were doing, and I thought about laying my little known grand-mother in the ground, and I thought about that last day of summer, and almost at once we were making love. Really, urgently, absolutely making love.
I'd never before felt such a deep need to move that way, slowly, inexorably.
It made me feel primitive, rooted, connected to the dirt of the earth and the light of the stars, a spun thread pulled across the span of generations.
I was swollen and pregnant with desire, and the need swept through me in waves, my hands clutching like a newborn baby, clutching the sheets, his skin, the air, whitening my knuckles, straining to pull us into closer and tighter and deeper embrace, and when we were finished the bed-sheet was torn and the mattress had slipped to the floor.
And when I left before midnight, I didn't leave my phone number and I didn't ask for his.
I don't think my mother would understand that either, if I told her, if she was ever to ask.
I went back to the relatives' house, and when they asked me where I'd been I said I went for a walk and got lost, and they looked at me sweetly and fed me sympathy and scones.
And the next day I made the long journey home, and I had a secret dazzle of a thing I could smile quietly about at work."
She asked me not to steal her prey, gold and silver (of course she wanted me to). So I became a thief. She is my precious.
Rust-Oleum presented their kitchen cabinet and countertop transformation kits during a media event in New Orleans, LA.
www.charlesandhudson.com/archives/2011/02/rust-oleum_targ...