So the longest day of the year is behind us, and lots of good things are going on behind the scenes. In front, though, there’s this lens. This is version two of the thing, with the aperture control. I don’t remember (and I’m too lazy) if I mentioned this here before, but I like the photos and don’t mind another lens-specific post. I made it from some copper and stainless tubing and a projection lens from a TV, along with some parts from a broken 35mm that I had laying around. I need to get my bag back together and start carrying this thing again. Anyway, photos! These are from the last really bad stormy night; tornados in Blanchard and Edmond. Next: fish and friends! <div class=”center”> <img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/fish_mark_2/732/0010.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /> <img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/fish_mark_2/732/0011.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /> <img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/fish_mark_2/732/0013.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /> </div>
Posted by matt on 2011-06-22T13:19:20Z GMT
sometimes, at least. <div class=”center”> <img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/work_is_fun/733/0008.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /> </div>
Posted by matt on 2011-06-20T06:13:20Z GMT
yeah, yeah. Gratuitous picture of your friends Monday, something like that. <div class=”center”> <img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/portraits_from_brunch/734/0006.jpg” alt=”Photos” /> <img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/portraits_from_brunch/734/0007.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /> </div>
Posted by matt on 2011-06-20T06:12:20Z GMT
so, this was a hell of an epic brunch. Back when the thunder was still playing, I think. I find myself in picasso’s most sundays, because a) they’re close, and b) they’re awesome. It’s the kind of place you can meet a girl for the first time to kick off something amazing (photos to come on that one), meet your friends hungover, or take your mom for mother’s day. I’ve done all that in the past month there. It’s always a good time. This one was especially good, what with the thunder win and the pretty girls and plentiful mimosas. The epitome of a Picasso’s brunch. <div class=”center”> <img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/brunch_ish/735/0002.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /> <img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/brunch_ish/735/0003.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /> <img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/brunch_ish/735/0004.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /> </div>
Posted by matt on 2011-06-17T07:23:20Z GMT
I just pushed the better part of a month’s photos up to the server, and there’s a whole metric fuckton (bigger than a standard fuckton, you know) of stories to tell. Some of which I can’t tell, because a gentleman doesn’t. You all know neighbor Traci? Love neighbor Traci (that’s an order). She’s one of the friends that I’m fantastically lucky to have around. This was at the other room about a month ago, some random saturday. So a bunch of us were drinking, and somebody pulls out these fake glasses. You can’t tell because of the light, but they’re those yellow-tinted lenses. And Traci is just goofing off, being her usual silly self. Always cracks me up. <div class=”center”> <img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/lots_to_tell/736/0001.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /> </div>
Posted by matt on 2011-06-17T07:15:20Z GMT
