I went out with a camera. This might not strike you as much. Even better, this might not strike you at all. Worry not though, I’m here to tell you that it’s a badass achievement.
You must consider that I go out rarely and that I go out with the camera about as often as the leap year occurs. If not less frequently.
What I found out outside is that it is autumn. Whatever. I shot to kill and here is what I brought home. Which is, again, not much. It’s my recurrent theme.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Twisted.
I have a twisted sense of humour. As it doesn’t lend itself quite easily to photography, here’s the twist in the twisted form of twisted twigs.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Lines.
I’m obsessively taking photos, on which I toss them in the archives and forget about them. So, I’m thinking, what the fuck, let’s post some of that old stuff on the blog. Extremely topical (not), here goes last year’s autumn.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Story.
Not much of a photo, but a potential for story here. The story of the lost ball; or, the art of losing stuff.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
—Elizabeth Bishop
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Variations.
Variations are like variables. Variables are my life these days because a) I don’t have a life, b) I’m filling in the void of my life with learning JavaScript.
Should we apply these terms on everyday life, then: Life is a variable. Death is a constant. What follows from it? Absolutely nothing, but that’s the way with most deep quotes, no?
Here are some branches.
And here is some JavaScript.
switch (status) {
case 'live':
console.log('I\'m alive.');
break;
case 'dead':
console.log('Game over.');
break;
default:
console.log('Vegetable status.');
break;
}
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Ascend.
Autumn is dead. Here are mugshots for its tombstone. It was back in October when one could still go out without risking death of exposure. Oh well. One more reason not to go out.
Remember that before the coming of this shitty slush, all was lush green? You don’t? Me neither. But I have pictures to prove it.
Mara Eastern 