pole
Clouds, clouds, clouds
A very merry unbirthday to you
The fountain at the end of the universe
The fountain at Cal Plaza (again) and a shot that is only available in the afternoon during these waning days of winter (during the other three seasons the sun is too high in the sky).
Riding off away from the sunset
Sunset from the back of a dual-hull whale-watching boat, off the coast of Santa Barbara. (We were there last month for their whale festival.) Yep, the captain had this baby at full throttle, as you can see from the violent wake. (Apparently, once they've given up on trying to find more whales, they haul ass back to the dock.)
Interestingly, it proves easier to capture this than it is to get a shot of actual whales.
Okay, here you go:
(Take 70 pictures, get one "fluting" shot. There's a reason I don't attempt photography professionally.)
Interestingly, it proves easier to capture this than it is to get a shot of actual whales.
Okay, here you go:
(Take 70 pictures, get one "fluting" shot. There's a reason I don't attempt photography professionally.)
Standing in the shadow of giants
Reel around the fountain
Capturing the show of the fountain at Cal Plaza, Downtown L.A. (some time last week, when the days were crisp, not wet). I'm not sure whether the slightly askew angle is artistic or just poor camera work. Possibly both.
(Yes, the title of this post is a reference to a song by the Smiths, you clever 80s hipster you.)
Photo interlude... spoon!
Splendor in the grass, or something
Zeppelin, not Led
Up and down, with a side of rice
The water flowing down the sculptures in front of 601 South Figueroa Street, looking up at the towering building behind.
I'm not suggesting this is groundbreaking photography here, people. Heck, these are barely noteworthy compared to a great deal of just what's on flickr.com. The digital camera era has taken the difficulty out of taking and sharing one's pictures, allowing us (me) to delude ourselves (myself) into thinking we're (I'm) photographers. But dag nammit, I walked several blocks around downtown L.A. yesterday on my lunch hour, and this makes me feel as though I accomplished more than just eating falafal.
(Why are there never any people in these pictures I post? Buildings and trees and sunsets don't get embarrassed.)
("Dag nammit"? I'm channeling an old prospector apparently.)
I don't care what the groundhog said, it's looking like spring in L.A.
The trees outside the office are blooming.
(What kind of trees? I don't know. Do I sound like a botanist in these posts or something?)
Enjoy the pictures.
(If you know what they are, leave that info in a comment. Thanks.)
(What kind of trees? I don't know. Do I sound like a botanist in these posts or something?)
Enjoy the pictures.
(If you know what they are, leave that info in a comment. Thanks.)
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