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Saturday, July 24, 2004My best friend got married in Fresno last May. I was the Matron of Honor. I was also the self-appointed Take-Whacky-Pictures photographer. The flashless Lomo is not always conducive to photos in weak light, so most of the pictures I took on the dance floor came out looking like a whole lot of nothing. Occassionally, though, one comes out that you can call "artsy" and move on with your bad self.
(Lomo LCA 35mm)
Snap 12:53 PM
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Wednesday, July 30, 2003
This is one of the most decadent combinations I know. That is all I can say.
(hp c618 digital)
Snap 5:43 PM
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Tuesday, July 29, 2003
This picture reminds of a Dutch Renaissance painting. The Renaissance painters always liked painting food. Or dead things that would eventually be food. I guess I can kind of understand the attraction. It's glossy and colorful. It makes you want to capture the essence. Wouldn't it be neat if you could paint smells into a painting too? Well, maybe not if this picture was a painting. I don't know how much fun it would be to smell fish & oysters.
(Lomo LC-A 35mm)
Snap 10:02 PM
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Sometimes this is what breakfast on the run looks like. Tossed in the car along with my purse, my camera bag, the Wall Street Journal. 5 minutes late. Inevitably. It's like a disease. No matter how early I wake up. But bananas are a good "on the run" food. They're self-contained and don't require refrigeration. That can come in handy. They also fit well in the hand. And that's handy too.
(Lomo LC-A 35mm)
Snap 9:52 PM
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Tuesday, July 22, 2003
This dude looks like his feet are big, bouncing rubber balls. I guess he's supposed to look like he's riding a bike. He was painted on the pavement of the bikepath. I guess "watch for bikers" is a more logical conclusion than "watch for dudes with big balls for feet." Although the latter is infinitely more interesting.
(LC-A 35mm)
Snap 6:58 PM
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Monday, July 21, 2003
This Poki is a very cute cat, though a tad cross-eyed and a little bit dumb. He turns into mush when you scratch him under his chin. Or behind his ears. Or on his belly. He purrs really loudly and drools, too.
(hp c618 digital)
Snap 8:21 PM
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I make notes to myself all the time on yellow stickies. And then they get put somewhere. That reminds me. My dad made a really funny phone message. It's not easy to understand because when he gets self-conscious his Hawaiian-speak comes to the fore. But anyway, it's a funny message. You should call it. My parents will really be happy that I told you. 707-938-2231 PacificStandardTime.
(hp c618 digital)
Snap 8:15 PM
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Sunday, July 20, 2003
Cherries are one of my favorites fruits. I happen to like lots of fruit, but when it's cherry pickin' season, yum yum yum. I like Rainier cherries too. Cherry preserves, cherry cobbler, cherry ice cream, cherry cordials, and then just good ole fresh cherries. Eat with caution, however. They can cause intestinal embarrassments.
(LC-A 35mm)
Snap 8:03 PM
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Saturday, July 19, 2003
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I do so adore this crown. I don't think they make crowns like this any longer. Once I let my gay co-worker Jeff wear it so he could be Queen for the Day.
(hp c618 digital)
Snap 7:53 PM
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Nic & I at Cafe du Nord in the restrooms.
We were supposed to be enjoying Mark Burgess being accoustic.
But we had to use the facilities.
Pink paint.
Pink toilets.
Pink light.
Pee, however, remained yellow.
And that's a good thing.
(LOMO LC-A 35mm)
Snap 7:09 PM
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On the bikepath.
It was hot.
I had my camera.
So I took a picture.
(LOMO LC-A 35mm)
Snap 6:52 PM
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Friday, July 18, 2003
Xprocessed grocery carts...or TROLLEYS, as the British say.
Trolley.
I just think that is damned cute.
(LC-A 35mm xprocessed)
Snap 5:54 PM
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Thursday, July 17, 2003
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When I first ordered all of my cameras from lomo, my favorite subject was a pink inner-tube which became affectionately though uncreatively known as Pinkie. Then I went to Longs and bought a whole bunch of others and Pinkie got some friends. These are some of the Cross Processed results.
(LC-A 35mm xprocessed)
Snap 5:47 PM
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Wednesday, July 16, 2003
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Self Portraits are not so easy when you don't have a place to set your camera to use the timer feature. Then follows the issue of not being able to tell if your image will be too blurry. So then when you've taken a whole bunch of crappy pictures, you come up with the clever ploy of calling them "artistic." As if that will set aside the issue. It feels good, though.
(hp c618 digital)
Snap 8:09 PM
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In this relatively new 35mm picture taking hobby I have acquired, I have discovered the joys of Cross Processing. Xprocessing is taking a roll of slide film, putting in your camera, snapping a whole bunch of pictures, and then having it processed like regular 35mm film rather than slides. It's a tad pricey, but it's liable to give you some snazzy results.
(SuperSampler 35mm xprocessed)
Snap 5:36 PM
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Tuesday, July 15, 2003
For some reason I cannot get enough of gerbera daisies. I'm not sure if it's because they come in so many different bright colors or because it has been nearly impossible to kill the pot of them I have on the front stoop. Minimum amount of fuss with maximum results. I like that.
(HP c618 digital)
Snap 5:31 PM
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Monday, July 14, 2003
Ah...the life of a dog. Wouldn't it be nice?
Not to worry about rent.
Not to worry about work.
Not to worry about traffic.
Ears a'flappin' in the breeze.
And your name would always be, "Bad Dog."
(LOMO LC-A 35mm)
Snap 5:28 PM
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Sunday, July 13, 2003
It would seem appropriate to me that one could wear bunny ears and a crown while carry a set of feather dusters. If one must clean, one can use one's sense of fashion and make a real statement. The little French maid is so overdone, wouldn't you agree?
(LOMO LC-A 35mm)
Snap 4:18 PM
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Saturday, July 12, 2003
This barn looks a lot cooler in this picture than it did when I took the picture. Here, it looks like it could be haunted or perhaps set the scene for a horror flick, when the couple is necking in the hay before the big boogeyman shows up and the chick screams and the dude tries to protect her and they both get chopped into little pieces.
(HP c618 digital)
Snap 4:15 PM
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Friday, July 11, 2003
Walking down Market Street in the Castro in San Francisco, there was this billboard. It was massive. We walked closer. The closets had real doors with real clothes. ABSOLUT OUT. Cool work. Chalk one up for the rainbow coalition.
(HP c618 digital)
Snap 9:11 PM
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Thursday, July 10, 2003
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This is an ugly worm. I know now from whence the inspiration for Tremors came. It's called "FOOD" by a chameleon named Cirrus. His name is Cirrus because he looks like the bad guy from Galaxy Quest.
(HP c618 digital)
Snap 9:06 PM
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Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Sebastiani Theater is the coolest theater ever. Indie films and film festivals. I used to perform the Nutcracker there every year when I was a kid. I got to be a Bon-Bon, a Mouse, a Chestnut Seller, and a Chinese Run Arounder. I performed on stage, I was a star!
(LOMO LC-A 35mm)
Snap 8:55 PM
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Tuesday, July 08, 2003
I have this nifty camera from lomo called a supersampler. I broke the mechanism that makes the film advance. I'm very sad about this turn of events. It is very unfair. But before I broke it, I took a nice self-portrait in the chrome of an old Chrysler. I may need to break down and purchase another camera.
(SuperSampler 35mm)
Snap 8:31 PM
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Monday, July 07, 2003
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Wedding I - Sonoma
Wouldn't it be nice if there was a generic wedding that everyone could do? No nonsense. But then I guess we'd all belong to a cult and be married by Reverend Moon. We should be thankful for the opportunity to express our individuality.
(HP c618 digital)
Snap 8:44 PM
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Sunday, July 06, 2003
Wedding II - Eureka
We went to a wedding in Eureka at a place called Arrington Apples. I lived there for 2 years and I'd never heard of it. It made me wish we'd had our wedding there instead of me freaking out and trying to do everything myself. As usual. One of the cakes was the Apple icon. Very suave.
(HP c618 digital)
Snap 8:38 PM
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Susan looked beautiful in her dress. She and I went to school together from 1st grade through 12th. We hadn't seen each other in years. Then we ran into each other in an airport in Eureka. We were scheduled on the same flight to LA. We sat next to each other and talked the entire flight. Catching up on over 10 years. So we kept in touch. She invited us to their wedding. I am such a LOSER, I didn't even invite her to ours. I hate when I stupid things like that without meaning to.
(hp c618 digital)
Snap 8:33 PM
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Saturday, July 05, 2003
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The upstairs' neighbors at my mom's office have an eclectic assortment of plants. I always want to take off with a few of their pots, but that wouldn't be very nice. They are antique dealers. They have the coolest stuff (aside from their plants) that I have ever seen.
(HP c618 digital & LOMO LC-A bw 35mm)
Snap 8:24 PM
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Friday, July 04, 2003
It is next to impossible to take decent pictures of fireworks. It doesn't help any when you're sitting in the street directly under a streetlamp. We watched them this year on the sidewalk in front of Linny's house. I wanted to go to the field, and be right beneath them, but I was catching a cold, I didn't want to walk. You make do with what y'got.
(HP c618 digital)
Snap 8:58 PM
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I kind of wondered what the point was of having barbed wire on this particular fence. It was open to the street. I mean, the fence didn't go all around the property. Sometimes, I guess, things don't have to make sense, right?
(LOMO LC-A 35mm)
Snap 8:21 PM
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Thursday, July 03, 2003
I don't swim very often. I tell people it's a fear of skin cancer. Truth of it is, I'm too embarrassed to put my rear in a bathing suit where I will be viewed Joe Public. It's a fear like people have of spiders or vermin. I wonder if there is a phobia name specifically for not liking to be scene in public in a bathing suit?
When it gets too hot, however, I will slink into the backyard and jump in the pool. KERSPLASH.
(LOMO LC-A 35mm)
Snap 8:16 PM
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Wednesday, July 02, 2003
When I do laundry, I always color coordinate. Dave tries, but I'm the ultra-anal color coordinator when it comes to laundry. I hate pink pilly-balls on my black sweaters, or black fuzz on my white towels. Then in the summer, I always hang it on the line to conserve energy. Another anal thing. I don't even pay the electric bill. But the guilt factor makes me be conservation conscious. I would do it regardless. Save the Fuzzy Naveled Hoot Owl.
(SuperSampler 35mm)
Snap 8:04 PM
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Tuesday, July 01, 2003
Nicola's eyes' were bugging her. She wasn't really into listening to Mark Burgess play old Chameleon hits. But I thought he was great.
I wished I'd taken guitar lessons when I was a kid instead of piano. I have no piano skills left whatsoever. If I'd learned how to play guitar, I would have pretended I was a rock star. It's hard to pretend you're a rock star on a piano.
(HP c618 digital)
Snap 7:11 PM
My best friend got married in Fresno last May. I was the Matron of Honor. I was also the self-appointed Take-Whacky-Pictures photographer. The flashless Lomo is not always conducive to photos in weak light, so most of the pictures I took on the dance floor came out looking like a whole lot of nothing. Occassionally, though, one comes out that you can call "artsy" and move on with your bad self.
This is one of the most decadent combinations I know. That is all I can say.
This picture reminds of a Dutch Renaissance painting. The Renaissance painters always liked painting food. Or dead things that would eventually be food. I guess I can kind of understand the attraction. It's glossy and colorful. It makes you want to capture the essence. Wouldn't it be neat if you could paint smells into a painting too? Well, maybe not if this picture was a painting. I don't know how much fun it would be to smell fish & oysters.
Sometimes this is what breakfast on the run looks like. Tossed in the car along with my purse, my camera bag, the Wall Street Journal. 5 minutes late. Inevitably. It's like a disease. No matter how early I wake up. But bananas are a good "on the run" food. They're self-contained and don't require refrigeration. That can come in handy. They also fit well in the hand. And that's handy too.
This dude looks like his feet are big, bouncing rubber balls. I guess he's supposed to look like he's riding a bike. He was painted on the pavement of the bikepath. I guess "watch for bikers" is a more logical conclusion than "watch for dudes with big balls for feet." Although the latter is infinitely more interesting.
This Poki is a very cute cat, though a tad cross-eyed and a little bit dumb. He turns into mush when you scratch him under his chin. Or behind his ears. Or on his belly. He purrs really loudly and drools, too.
I make notes to myself all the time on yellow stickies. And then they get put somewhere. That reminds me. My dad made a really funny phone message. It's not easy to understand because when he gets self-conscious his Hawaiian-speak comes to the fore. But anyway, it's a funny message. You should call it. My parents will really be happy that I told you. 707-938-2231 PacificStandardTime.
Cherries are one of my favorites fruits. I happen to like lots of fruit, but when it's cherry pickin' season, yum yum yum. I like Rainier cherries too. Cherry preserves, cherry cobbler, cherry ice cream, cherry cordials, and then just good ole fresh cherries. Eat with caution, however. They can cause intestinal embarrassments.
Nic & I at Cafe du Nord in the restrooms.
Xprocessed grocery carts...or TROLLEYS, as the British say.
In this relatively new 35mm picture taking hobby I have acquired, I have discovered the joys of Cross Processing. Xprocessing is taking a roll of slide film, putting in your camera, snapping a whole bunch of pictures, and then having it processed like regular 35mm film rather than slides. It's a tad pricey, but it's liable to give you some snazzy results.
For some reason I cannot get enough of gerbera daisies. I'm not sure if it's because they come in so many different bright colors or because it has been nearly impossible to kill the pot of them I have on the front stoop. Minimum amount of fuss with maximum results. I like that.
Ah...the life of a dog. Wouldn't it be nice?
It would seem appropriate to me that one could wear bunny ears and a crown while carry a set of feather dusters. If one must clean, one can use one's sense of fashion and make a real statement. The little French maid is so overdone, wouldn't you agree?
This barn looks a lot cooler in this picture than it did when I took the picture. Here, it looks like it could be haunted or perhaps set the scene for a horror flick, when the couple is necking in the hay before the big boogeyman shows up and the chick screams and the dude tries to protect her and they both get chopped into little pieces.
Walking down Market Street in the Castro in San Francisco, there was this billboard. It was massive. We walked closer. The closets had real doors with real clothes. ABSOLUT OUT. Cool work. Chalk one up for the rainbow coalition.

Sebastiani Theater is the coolest theater ever. Indie films and film festivals. I used to perform the Nutcracker there every year when I was a kid. I got to be a Bon-Bon, a Mouse, a Chestnut Seller, and a Chinese Run Arounder. I performed on stage, I was a star!
I have this nifty camera from lomo called a supersampler. I broke the mechanism that makes the film advance. I'm very sad about this turn of events. It is very unfair. But before I broke it, I took a nice self-portrait in the chrome of an old Chrysler. I may need to break down and purchase another camera.
Wedding II - Eureka
Susan looked beautiful in her dress. She and I went to school together from 1st grade through 12th. We hadn't seen each other in years. Then we ran into each other in an airport in Eureka. We were scheduled on the same flight to LA. We sat next to each other and talked the entire flight. Catching up on over 10 years. So we kept in touch. She invited us to their wedding. I am such a LOSER, I didn't even invite her to ours. I hate when I stupid things like that without meaning to.
It is next to impossible to take decent pictures of fireworks. It doesn't help any when you're sitting in the street directly under a streetlamp. We watched them this year on the sidewalk in front of Linny's house. I wanted to go to the field, and be right beneath them, but I was catching a cold, I didn't want to walk. You make do with what y'got.
I kind of wondered what the point was of having barbed wire on this particular fence. It was open to the street. I mean, the fence didn't go all around the property. Sometimes, I guess, things don't have to make sense, right?
I don't swim very often. I tell people it's a fear of skin cancer. Truth of it is, I'm too embarrassed to put my rear in a bathing suit where I will be viewed Joe Public. It's a fear like people have of spiders or vermin. I wonder if there is a phobia name specifically for not liking to be scene in public in a bathing suit?
When I do laundry, I always color coordinate. Dave tries, but I'm the ultra-anal color coordinator when it comes to laundry. I hate pink pilly-balls on my black sweaters, or black fuzz on my white towels. Then in the summer, I always hang it on the line to conserve energy. Another anal thing. I don't even pay the electric bill. But the guilt factor makes me be conservation conscious. I would do it regardless. Save the Fuzzy Naveled Hoot Owl.
Nicola's eyes' were bugging her. She wasn't really into listening to Mark Burgess play old Chameleon hits. But I thought he was great.





