Oh great, you got the kid singing! I hope you’re happy now!
Oh, yeah, it’s January, isn’t it? That makes it time for the tag roundup. On your run-of-the-mill, everyday blog with, you know, real posts, tags just serve to help people (or search engines, or marketing bots) find ‘relevant’ content (like that’s a thing,) but here, they additionally serve as
Yes, today is that very special day, but only right here in this imaginary, electron-supported environment known as the blogoblob, because it’s the 15th anniversary of the first post on Walkabout. Imagine that! And this is the 2,750th post therein, which is why this past month or so has been overtaken by dross. I regret nothing
I’ve been meaning to do more cleaning of the blog folder, which is where I stash images prepped for posts before they’re actually uploaded, and on occasion I decide against them, for one reason or another I end up not writing the post, or the narrative (such a grandiose word for this shit, isn’t it?) goes in another direction, or something along those lines. I
So I have determined that the biggest disconnect between theory and practice, a disturbingly vast gulf, is my ability to wrap presents. You just do this, and this, and then this, right? Yeah, and then I end up with something that looks like the faux presents that have been under the tree in a run-down mall for the past thirteen years…
Anyway, it’s about 1:30 AM right now, and I think
As the title says, this one was in consideration for a Tripod holes entry, because I could almost pin down right where it was taken – just, not quite. And I had other images that worked better anyway. But here’s the scoop.
It was November 2003 and I was returning to Florida on a flight from North Carolina, and we were on final approach to Melbourne International Airport, so these are
Feeling kinda rushed? Trying to get a lot of things done and realizing that you’re way behind? Calculating your remaining time to the holidays and cursing math in general? Well, it’s not at all your fault, because today is You’re Supposed To Be Behind Day, another one of our eminently useful (and timely!) national holidays! Yes, this is an intended and perfectly
I like this one for how vague it is, but dislike it for not getting the detail that I wanted while still having too much. Do I sound neurotic, or just spastic?
But okay, the explanation. First off, this is winter 2015, and shows something that I heard about and always wanted to try, but we rarely get the necessary conditions at this latitude. You’re seeing a soap bubble in the process of freezing
This is another taste of how much the internet has changed things. We go back to 1986 and a movie called Band of the Hand, which I saw in theaters and happened to like (reviews are quite mixed but, you know, listen to reviews only when you can’t form your own opinion.) I’m not here to go into the film, but a particular song therein, which had a very brooding sound, enhanced
This is an examination of not just an occurrence in my past, but the powerful mood that it invoked, and still invokes whenever I think about it. I’m not sure that I can possibly explain it in such a way that anyone else can come close to the same feeling, though.
It was, I think, 1999, and I was on an extended photography trip to Florida, touring where I pleased with no real itinerary. Several
Today, November 23rd, is Reflect on Anxiety Day, and I’m getting an early start on it because I’m winding down from a stressful day yesterday, and the stresses were rather widely divergent.
The first factor was, I picked up a new photography gig, but something that was out of my wheelhouse, which was/is showroom photography. Not the high-end stuff where items are brought into a studio