Totally the way to go. Just set it down on the table. Level it off and go.
A wonderful rosy view of wonderful piece of rutilated quartz.
Then a truer color interpretation using a flash. So uncomfortably harsh, and so accurate. I would have gone for something in between, but lacking a tripod severely hamstrang this project. Not sure you can conjugate the word “hamstrung”, but damnint someone has to try.
I spent way to much time on this picture. And I’m still not very happy with it. Was it the concept or the execution, I don’t know. Guess I’ll have to try again.
I bought this beer for the cork, an odd thought. But, these make perfect bar ends for bikes. I went through 3 of the actual silver ones made for the bike during the same time I had one New Glarius cork. So, I thought, let’s just do two.
The girl at Theif Wine almost gave me the bottle for free. But, my honesty reared its ugly head again. Lame.
p.s., here’s the result.
My poor torn, worn pants. Waiting for the proverbial dust bin. Poor guys. Only about 2 years old and have already run their course. I currently have a paper clip holding up the hem, barely. Another pair of jeans, to the paint heap, to the junk heap. Poor bastard.
I’m a bit low on the picturing lately. Blasted weather. Well, I’ll tell you Wisconsintes do when it is cold and unpleasant, DRINK!!! Um-pah!
Actually, Friday night happy hour consisted of a beer-bar-bike hop. Micro brews and a 25 mile bike ride. I dare you to find a better time.
I am terribly torn between my two favorite Wiconsin Breweries. The Hinterland brews are refined and subtle. Containing so many flavors blended so well together, we call it the flavor train. And the much larger micro-brew Furthermore. Each brew is refined, but simple. A pure execution of any one taste. The best part of their beers is the crisp and final finish of every one. So torn, well at least each are some Wisco-Greats.
After a fun ride from Matt’s to Brady Street, we enjoyed a classic, wonderful little brew you may have heard of.
The contract brewed delight. How the mighty have fallen, and sort of risen.
Matt, getting it done. After whipping himself over his handlebars because of some surprise rebar. Whoops. Booze made it better. Booze always does.
That evening, it was the second greatest beer ever. At a later date, perhaps not. Still, Furthermore Knot Stock is pretty damn great. Really, you should try it. Now.
I am going to be a bit more repetitive than usual here. Mostly because the Milwaukee Public Library foyer deserves it.
Damn mat again! (P.S. Thanks for understanding Scott)
I miss that kind of construction. Where there was so much detail. So much care. Though, I’m pretty certain some of that was do to the unbelievably low wages we used to pay people.
Maybe not though, socialist built city hall. I guess they probably built this as well.
We went for the weekly architectural tour. However, the weekly guide did not show up.
The guide we got was great, and very suited to the other family on the tour. However, her knowledge of the architecture was a bit light.
It was no loss to us, as we plan on going back to see the green roof and solar panels anyway.
I’m pretty stoked. How cool is that to connect the past with the present. Italian marble and inlay floor with a roof that supplies ten percent of the library’s electricity.
In a larger sense, connect the past with the present is a lot of what a library is now. Tomes of human knowledge along side computers. Used for research, used for socializing, computers and shared spaces allow us to connect.
And has really cool stained glass.
Looking down. Another place that begs to be shot HDR. One day I’ll go back to hauling my tripod everywhere.
The space can certainly create dynamism in composition. Not many places can do the same.
Just think, this was hand carved. Wow.
The young lass was enjoying her book on the bottom step. And why not. It is such a great backdrop to imagination and solitude.
Hey, why not some spring wonderful for all of you!
The day I am writing this, April 16, it actually snowed. So thinking back to going to the Domes because it was a sort of rainy day, jealous of that weather. At least it warmed up for an hour that day.
Nectar-fied. I wonder if I could make a sexual joke about the wetness of a flower. The sexual organ of the plant. Nah, that would be sort of icky.
I like the ones that look like candy.
I have a similar shot from years prior. I cannot quite remember it enough to know if this supersedes it in the pantheon of flower pictures.
Not as cool as Debra’s. However, the lighting is better here.
Just a quick walk down to the train station to meet up with Dan-boy. This was the only shot that wasn’t distorted. I will refer you back to previous thoughts on the pancake lens.
I’m thinking about retaking this one. I grabbed it without breaking a stride. The combination of rain and being late to train station left room for improvement. Not much, mind you, but some.
I wonder if this date is accurate. Did I miss the Ice Age? Damnit, I’m always missing the cool kid parties.
Man, that graffiti is the greatest thing ever. I hear people talking about it all the time anything new or innovative is made. ( you get my pun, right? )
I am amazed at the wildlife along the river. Mostly because it is alive.
I found a flickr stream of a guy who climbs in and takes pictures of these culverts. It is really cool stuff. Katherine has banned me from such shenanigans.
Yeek must be really tall.
You would be stunned at how long I can spend taking a picture of a shopping cart. Stunned.
For some reason I didn’t upload this one to flickr. Strange. I must have rethought how much I liked it. Anyway, now it is on Picasa. Can’t hold me back, I’ll cloud service all over your b*tch *ss.