… so we bid June adieu, toodle-oo, and get lost ya bum with the month-end abstracts. Yes, that’s right, plural. Three, even. Two of which are remarkably similar though, so be appeased by that. Or whatever.
Our first comes from Jordan Lake, a bit south of Walkabout Studios here in North Carolina, during a sunrise outing. The sky was a little too clear for optimal colors,
Since today is May but tomorrow is not, that can only mean one thing: it’s time for the end of the month abstract! Did you have your alarm set to get up early just to see this? I bet you did…
Of course it would have to be from the beach trip, and in fact, we have two, just to let you decide which one you’re least indifferent about.
Stunning composition, textures,
Nobody skedaddles anymore, do they? It’s becoming a lost art. Maybe I’ll start a school…
But it’s the end of the month, and you know what that means. No, not fresh underwear day – it’s the end of the month abstract, begun through a trivial coincidence and continued through sheer lack of originality and good sense. Today we have…
… to
Did you get that whole, “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, or vice versa,” bullshit when you were in grade school? Are they still pushing such folkloric nonsense on kids instead of some beginning critical thinking? If you have no idea what I’m talking about, good! I mean, with the whole March thing – if you have no idea what I mean by critical
Yes, it’s the end of the month, so the dreaded abstract is knockin’ at the door. Sooner or later we’re gonna have to either let it in, or set the dogs after it. Personally, I’m in favor of the latter, and you’re about to see why.
As it was, I had enough trouble finding things to shoot without working on the fartsy, abstract angle, so what we have here
We have another sporadic throwback today, a peek at what was happening in years past, and this time we have two from the same day, which was 11 years ago. As I suspected, it was a weekend, a Saturday to be precise, and following a snowstorm the previous day or so. I had gone out once the roads were clear to see what might be found that was scenic, but the snowfall wasn’t significant enough
That’s right, January has become irrelevant, and not only that, a bit long in the tooth (what a stupid phrase,) and so, to see it on its way, we hit it in the ass with the month-end abstracts. Two this month, both weak, but it’s freaking winter so put a cork in it.
It’s not hard to tell what this is, and I’ve done much the same before, but I happened to like
Well, specifically, it’s the end of the month, and the end of the year, but really, these are just arbitrary lines drawn in the sand. Still, they’re lines I’ve chosen to recognize with things like the end of the month abstract, and here’s the dealio: when I opted to alter my schedule slightly to have two ‘On This Date’ posts for this
November has been quite a frustrating month for me, so I’m more than happy to see the end of it – except, there’s absolutely no reason to believe a) that such circumstances are influenced by, well, anything b) that the arbitrary demarcation of the ‘month end’ means anything more than a simplification of our mental categorizing
… and the Bay City Rollers are excited.
The first Saturday in November is Desaturate Day, as everyone knows. Well, everyone not living under a rock with worm tunnels between their ears, anyway. And thus I’m here to inspire you to wash out, go drab, and reduce it all down to black and white, because everything is simpler that way – for a given definition of “simple,”