For some reason, I don’t have any of evryone else who was there that night in the edit. Probably because Merchnats is a dark hole of a bar, a place you’re likely to find trouble if you go looking for it. Since I don’t tend to do that, it was a pretty friendly neighborhood bar. Of course, now that I’m in a different neighborhood, I’ll have to find my pints of friendliness elsewhere. It was the darkness, anyway, that caused the trouble; hard to focus, and hard to get non-blurry shots. Anyway, a real post with more than one photo coming soon.
Posted on 2014-03-07T06:38:22Z GMT
Can’t stop won’t stop forgot how to stop
Posted on 2014-03-05T06:55:58Z GMT
Despite the fact that I know that it’s all been done, that they’re all trite contrivances doomed to failure, I still find myself making photos out walking in the street. I suppose that’s a sign I’m doing something right?
Posted on 2014-03-04T06:06:14Z GMT
I was this close to putting this in black and white, but that red exit sign makes it.
Posted on 2014-03-02T18:00:42Z GMT
I don’t know why the word ‘floffee’ came to describe the coffee runs we make in the afternoon, or why there’s an l in there. Fletch, who coined the term, claims it means “fancy coffee,” because we’ve been going to this tiny hole in the wall on maiden lane instead of the pete’s down on mission. Anyway, there’s a natural lull in the day, when the food from lunch is really solidly digesting, and 6pm (my office is 9-6, don’t get me started) seems like forever from now, so we generally get up and stretch at least, and usually someone will suggest coffee, and the rest of us will say hells yeah. We come out of the mental fog for a couple minutes, and then back to work.
Posted on 2014-02-28T06:27:58Z GMT
