Week 23 #1.
Granny Smith still life
didn’t keep the doc away
but was still tasty.
(Disclaimer: I’m cheating a little - week 23 is actually the Frankenstein-like amalgamation of several past weeks. I somehow managed to cultivate a delightful smorgasbord of viruses during the month of April, and my cameras were sorely neglected during that time. I also think I’m going to keep the bad poetry captions going for a little while longer, since they rather amuse me.)
Tags | food | pentax 6x7 | port aransas | fuji provia 400x | photo of the day | year three | haiku |
Week 22 #5.
While they prefer carbs,
seagulls mob for anything
but Alka Seltzer.*
*Did you know that this (and by this, I refer to that charming childhood story of Alka Seltzer causing birds to explode) is an urban myth? I’ve known so for a long time, but I nevertheless think of it whenever I see people feeding the gulls.
Tags | birds | pentax 6x7 | fuji superia 400 | port aransas | photo of the day | year three | haiku |
Week 22 #4.
Jacked-up sharks face off
against golf-carted pirates.
I suspect fins win.
Tags | fuji superia 400 | haiku | pentax 6x7 | photo of the day | port aransas | year three | art car |
Week 22 #3.
Superia film:
Felt kinda meh about you
until I saw this.
Week 22 #2.
Butterflies migrate:
probably not their intent
to travel Ford Tough.
Tags | bugs | butterfly | fuji provia 400x | haiku | insect | pentax 6x7 | photo of the day | port aransas | year three | roadkill |
Week 21 #5.
Cascarónes time
means it’s okay to throw eggs.
Wish I’d used f/8.*
*Honestly, I really wish I’d gone with f/11, but that was far too many syllables. Sorry folks. Artistic license.
Week 22 #1.
Armadillos and cars do not mix.
But the Champagne of Beers now affixed
to the dead dillo’s paws,
causes passerby pause.
This was not The High Life* he would pick.
*Tradition holds that Lone Star be used to honor fallen armadillos. Whoever found this one clearly was all out, though. I’d also like to note that we neither dispatched said armadillo nor supplied the beer. And finally, lying just downhill from a puddle of armadillo blood, in the middle of a cloud of flies, is indeed one of the weirder things I’ve done for a photo.
Also, thanks to Mr. Mister Cake’s for helping work the all-important slogan into the second line.
Tags | pentax 6x7 | kodak ektar 100 | armadillo | roadkill | miller high life | photo of the day | year three | limerick |
Oh, tumblr, you never fail to impress me. We’re saying “calm yo/your tits” now?
I mean, I get that it’s funny to say “tit.” Really. This is one of the many, many reasons I love seeing birds in family Paridae, which gives me the excuse to say all sort of things about tits. And there are lots of funny things that involve actual tits, like that skit about the huge… tracts of land in Monty Python. Or, say, when someone makes sand sculptures of life-size nudists while carefully using seaweed, seashells, and campfire foods to add appropriate anatomical detail.
But, dear tumblr, have you ever considered that you’re possibly being a wee bit creepy when you basically say, calm down, you’re acting like a hysterical woman, when you’ve reduced the woman to what are apparently her most notable bits, and when you imply that it’s somehow less desirable / good / etc. to act like a gal, and/or that the lady folk have the monopoly on hysteria?
Yes, yes, I know. I’m being oversensitive, and I should grow a pair / man up / take it like a man. It would be far more fun if I could just buck up and relax like one of the guys.
Sigh.
(And I’ll add that this isn’t directed at anyone in particular at all - I wouldn’t have said anything if I hadn’t seen it many, many times in many different places today. And I don’t think any of those folks meant it in an intentionally sexist way, but insidious, ignored sexism is hurtful, too.)
