Wednesday, January 08, 2014

faux house and fake balloon

















I totally botched the top picture with some very amateurish manipulation.  Ugh.

Tuesday, January 07, 2014

March snow at A's and T's place




 This one is a composite.



































These last two are of a ginormous 3-4 foot-long icicle that broke away (or was broken away).  I put in the snow and tried to light it.  I never got a really great shot. Alas.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

butterflies and dogs



































Composite of a highly manipulated photo and added icons.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Kid's Place Schedule

















Where else would we want to find a "Kid's place" if not in a steel factory?

Also known as Ted Cruz's Very Special Playground for Impoverished Children.

steel and paper



































Bless you for your weaknesses.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

White boy



Atlanta boy posing as a Greek god for a French exhibit.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

"The Scream" (finger puppet)


































Our piano is the backdrop here.  Works nicely, no?  And below is the original prior to my digital manipulation tomfoolery.  And by "original" I mean my original photo, not the original painting "The Scream." Just a little clarification in case you were confused.

Sunday, August 04, 2013

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Friday, July 19, 2013

Technoprairie's magical skylight-lit kitchen counter

Using this setting to take pictures is like cheating.   Apart from waiting for clouds to pass, there's nothing to it. Arrange, wait, click and voila, there's your photo.  For the horizontal pics, it's best to click on them to see them a bit larger.  























































Sunday, July 07, 2013

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

man with shadows


I've uploaded at least one other photo of this statue on the blog, but I trust this one is sufficiently different to warrant inclusion here.


Monday, June 10, 2013

Orange Juice


Obviously not feeling the mojo.  Still, one must start somewhere.