I went out shooting for a bit today. There’s chronically nothing to shoot around. So I made do with the seasonal enhancements to the village square. I deliberately toned down the bright colours and cheeky glitter in some parts of the photos. To me, this is a more appropriate representation of the season than the
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Scale.
Everything around me seems to be ugly, so I make it into an advantage. You couldn’t shoot this in civilisation. Here’s pretty much a proof that things are falling apart and everyone is dead.
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders. —Carl Sandburg, “Chicago” The other day I ventured on a business trip. It was good but the best thing about it was when it ended. It involved getting
Part of WordPress’s photography course Developing Your Eye II. The protagonist of today’s photo should be the setting. I didn’t manage to get the street cleared for me to take a people-free photo, so don’t mind the pedestrians.
I’ve run out of my Ginkgo Biloba and I’m lost. I suspect that the memory pills might have been actually working. I hate to admit it (I always hate admitting things). Since I’ve stopped taking them, I’m constantly finding myself lost. Yesterday I got on the wrong tram. In a city where I’ve lived for
In response to Cardinal Guzman’s Changing Seasons challenge.
I’m extremely unpatriotic. The arbitrary circumstance of me being born and living in one country rather than another isn’t enough to inspire any attachment to my homeland. I have my sentimental moments though. For instance, when the national sports team wins a world championship, I may experience a vague sense of pride—being proud of nothing related to me really,