365.6 Death Stares Are Forever.

365.5 White Mane.

Because There Can Be No Other Words.

Thank You.

365.4 Burnt Cold.

365.3 A Spider in Her Web.

365.2 When the World Doesn’t Make Sense

365.1 The Colour of Summer

Here goes, the inaugural post for my first project 365. This was taken in the Adelaide Botanics Garden while teaching K how to operate a camera.

Protected:

An Afternoon Affair II

Sometimes cities can get cold and impersonal. Efficiency, Efficacy and Economy. The person fades and all that remains is the functions. It’s pleasant to find humour in the nooks and crannies where you least expect. It brings back some colour to the bleakness.

Someone once defined humor as a way to keep from killing yourself.
I keep my sense of humor and I stay alive.
- Abe Burrows

PS: Yes, Burrows is American, so his humour doesn’t include ‘u’.

An Afternoon Affair I

I recently had an hour to just wander the streets and managed to get a couple of shots. It’s been awhile since I’ve really spent time shooting. I think I might be losing it. Oh well.

Wanted to try a different style of editing this round. So here we go.

Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time
to describe that tiny instant of all eternity
when you put your arms around me
and I put my arms around you.
- Jacques Prévert

This quote was kindly brought to you by SS.