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?"
