throw back.

sometimes i have no bloomin idea why i do the things that i do.
so it's always reassuring that throwing caution to the wind can still bring good results.

Con cache

Sometimes the best intentions are riddled with shame and endearing hope. We have to decide who we are, what we intend and the kind of person we want to emote.

and i can prove it!

there's nothing like closing your eyes and just feeling.

sprinklets

can you hear the laughter?
childrens voices, across the grass. splashing water and woops of joy.





and i close my eyes. and let the sound wash over me, as the sprinkler is picked up by an errant child and my own screams take over for just a second. drenched and dripping, having too much fun to worry or scold that my camera could be ruined. and i snap snap snap, wishing i could remember to record the sounds and not just the images. or maybe i'm just having too much fun. so i trust the sounds will remain within me, and them. and enjoy the camera at my hips. the thrill of the madness as it is part of the visual action. and i inhale the gigglemusic and store it. in my mind.
next time i'll take WAV too ;)

mamahog 'n the lets

Look Waaaay Up...

I take a lot of self-portraits - my family thinks I'm quite stuck on myself. I tell them, "Hey, when you're this good-looking....!"

The View Askew Hosted on Zooomr

Truthfully, though, I take a lot of these "upward" shots of me simply because it's most interesting to see what appears ready to fall on my head on my Walk-Abouts. It reminds me of trying to navigate by "walking on the ceiling" when I was kid, with a mirror held out with the ceiling's reflection being my "floor".

Les Becker - Where the Walls are Soft

From the desk of Canadian Mark

Canadian Mark here, *grin*, on the "It's all gone Pete Tong" site, at long last. I've been secretly hoping for credentials to get in here for some time now. A big hat-tip to The Queen for providing me with an invite. Enough of these gushy words, though - this is a photo-blog of sorts, is it not?

On with my first entry in this weird field of experimental point-and-click-without-looking photography....

Where stuff ends up.

Quebec