What in tarnation? I believe it’s the sugar caddy from a tea set of unknown age. I know I usually leave you in suspense… Apologies. I also know I usually write more, but I’m feeling a bit drained today, so… D7000. Nikon 75-150mm f/3.5 Zomb-E Series. ISO100, 1/13th (APmode), f/3.5. Extremely mild processing in Aperture: …
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365.228 Ohne Titel
One good thing about suddenly finding yourself transplanted to someone else’s home for a few days: all sorts of new and different stuff to shoot with your macro rig! Points to anyone who can name this utilitarian object. Hint: this is a major component, and is reproduced here at roughly 1:1.75. So the apartment saga …
365.227 like something dangerous
It’s interesting how sometimes, when you look really closely at something pretty, how really sorta dangerous it looks? There is some hint of this in kawaii, the Japanese cuteness phenomena. There is also something of this in me, at present. Still no movement on getting the apartment back to a livable state, as far as …
365.226 quick n’ pretty
I’m in a foul mood, will have to drive through the heaviest traffic in town, and will not be able to sleep in my own bed for at least one more night, all thanks to a certain group of landlords who didn’t keep their promises. I’m sure something more urgent came up, and I don’t …
365.225 too fast
So. I woke up this morning in the model apartment that the landlord put me in while the gentlemen repaired the leaking air conditioner lines under my apartment. I woke up without sheets, toilet paper, or a shower curtain, as such things are generally not needed in a model apartment. Groovy. I came home, made …
365.224 there’s a hole in the…
Dear Liza, Dear Liza Ok… bit of backstory here… Monday, some guys came through all the apartments, looking for leaks in the air conditioning system. They didn’t find anything. Monday evening, after dinner, after my stories, I put the cats to bed, walked into my bedroom and heard a strange squishing noise… Called the emergency …
365.223 Introverted Streetog, perhaps
Well, I took the day off work to wait for some workmen to come rip up the bedroom floor, chop through the foundation, and repair a broken pipe for the complex’s air conditioner. Somehow, a day at home in the middle of the week is much less exciting/engaging than a weekend day… But I did …
