It wasn't really a booth per se, because...nothing happened there. No one was manning it, they didn't sell or give anything out. It just had a few video screens showing their stuff (and the ambient color kept changing) and it just...existed. And apparently was a place to sit and hang out. And look like you were in an episode of "Laugh-In."
These were some cool booths in a San Diego restaurant. I felt like they were either giant wicker water drops, or birdcages with a cover charge.
I'm at Comic-Con this weekend, watching fierce Sith warriors eat overpriced snack foods.
I like how Darth's fingernails are each painted a different color. Must be a Dexter fan.
Just trying a macro shot on something other than a flower, seeing if I could find some interesting texture. But I think my equipment is not quite up to achieving the effects I'd hoped. Plus, Wallace wouldn't hold still. He kept breathing. Selfish little bastard.
I didn't say it'd be a good picture a day.
Franks Coffee Shop in Burbank is THE most hardcore, decades-old, time-machine, never-changed throwback diner EVER. It's one of the only places to eat within walking distance of my work, so even though you have to be feeling really brave to go in, occasionally we chance it. Even then it's best if you don't look too closely at how clean (or not) the place is kept.
Returning to my promised Fly On The Wall photography style (I have the damndest time staying on topic), I present Ball O'Hair Lady.
I must say I do wish I could have sat at the table with her and done a real portrait. But I didn't see how, since my intro--were I truthful--would have been something like: "Hello, your hair is TOTALLY FREAKISH! Can I snap a picture so my friends and I can laugh?"
(I keep skipping days between posts. Oopsie. :-/)
I took this picture on our last night in Athens--I couldn't pass up that guy in that shirt. And the thing is, I could totally imagine this Greek guy living in NYC and standing in front of a t-shirt shop there. This picture is totally interchangeable!
During our recent bus tour's time in Greece, we were taken to yet another "kickback" store (where the guide, I'm assuming, gets a kickback for dragging us out of our way to said dumb overpriced store and pretending there's something special about it). The pottery therein was overpriced and I was feeling rebellious, so I went outside and took pictures of all the stuff that had been thrown into the store's side yard, that they ostensibly didn't want us to see. There was a lot of it.
This young lady presided over things from a precarious perch.
This was from a flower garden on the island of Capri. I just like the colors, the textures, the way the flower pot makes a reddish swoop through the shot. Oh, and also that I took it while on Capri. ;)
I met these fine people on the corner of Vermont and Hollywood Blvd., in Silverlake. They're a part of the Hello Love Experiment, and were giving out sisterly love (and tee shirts!) for free. Seriously. Not an attached string in sight.
In case it's not immediately apparent, I've been--as the British might say--"faffing about" with the Lens Blur feature on Photoshop. On no known planet does a little camera like mine give you depth of field. (Although...maybe it does, and I just don't know how to use it.) The above experiment didn't come out great, but...I did say it was faffing.
Even more faffing! Not nuts about this one either, but...what the hey.
