Stephanie. 12.17.2011
Andrea, I think this might be the best photo I’ve seen taken by anyone in 2011.
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It's pretty easy. Or you could use this to say something, I don't bite unless asked to.
Stephanie. 12.17.2011
Andrea, I think this might be the best photo I’ve seen taken by anyone in 2011.
We should all be Agent Orange fans.
For a while towards the end there was something about the face that reminded me about Amy Jo Wisehart, but now I’m not so sure. Because if it does, then I have to draw in Sprocket as well and that could be problematic — dogs are hard to draw.
Anyway, the Agent Orange t-shirt? I really want one of those.
“I have no ID card, passport, drivers license, that will say, for example, I’m a “night person”. I don’t do daylight, I don’t trust daylight, I don’t like it. Many of you are day people, you’re fine with it. Grand! If you’re a day person, night-time leaves you alone. But if you’re a night person, daylight has no such qualms. Daylight will climb underneath the curtains, bounce off the carpet, off the ceiling, off the carpet, off the ceiling into your fecking eyes and wake you up.
— Dara O’Briain in Live From the Theatre Royal
Update on the snow: everything is white today. Everything. With the blazing sun, parts of the layers that covers all the trees fall down a small piece at a time in slow-motion. It’s beautiful and makes me happy.
Lots of snow. This was green and brown a few hours ago. Now it’s white with a few straws of grass trying to stay on top.
Suddenly all the vowels were missing. Not just for me but for everyone it seemed. The thing was this though, no one else seemed to take notice. They talked like never before, nodding and someone in the back screamed. Even the scream felt surreal. Since I couldn’t understand the noise was excruciating. I felt sick, a headache I couldn’t do anything about. Five steps, ten steps away, I sat down right by the alleyway. Half outside and half inside with my back turned against the people.
No one talked and yet no one was able to shut up even for a minute. People walked past trying their damnedest not to notice the freak on ground. The feet hurried down, leaving tiny echoes in the sideway that bounced on the dumpsters and muffed on the cardboard.
Suddenly I see a pair of feet pointed towards me. I look up and see one of the cutest faces ever. She sits down too, smiles and says “hi”. She voweled. There and at that time it was all that mattered.
Newly restored scans of Hasselblad photos shot on Gemini’s 1965-1966 missions.
These galleries include outtakes, underexposures, overexposures, double exposures, light leaks, etc. Even astronauts make photo mistakes.
Read all about the scans.
Newly Restored Hasselblad Scans from Gemini’s Space Missions
Photos: NASA/JSC/Arizona State University; via BoingBoing
My own photography is almost entirely based on imperfection, in the moment, and outtakes so of course I love these. Add space missions and I’m fucking there, eagerly eating soup with a fork.
lovableraincloud replied to your post: Did something scary. Frightening. Could have died…
No dying please.
Check. I think some other person would be quite upset about that too so no, dying is a bad option then.
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