
That guy could make me pee myself with laughter. In addition, he increasingly seemed to hit the nail on the head when it came to critiqueing the increasingly disturbing politics at play in our modern world.
George Carlin, r.i.p.
After finding (and paying dearly for, btw) these gloriously saggy heirloom tomotoes at Kroger, of all places, I couldn't help but want to photograph them. Ed Weston, I ain't. A friend told me that Weston shot things like this pepper inside a tube. Some of great photography is definitely about clever.
I'm becoming obsessed with my Jades/Crassulas thanks to the wonderful folks over at GardenWeb.
in Soddy Daisy, TN, everybody does "the Chicken," which is a hand position designed to hide the ever encroaching "waddle" that comes with age/wisdom. Note: Bill, my dear stepdad, is for some reason doing "The Vampire," which is a different photo move altogether.
My treasure box. My gems.