As you can see, Brooklyn Bridge Park provides a stunning view of lower Manhattan. I’ve recently begun experimenting with the panorama feature on my phone’s camera with mixed results, but I think this was one of the better photos it’s yielded. This was not the best time of day to be taking photos at this particular location, but it still produced a decent photo. One quick note: there’s a helipad way down there in lower Manhattan. If watching helicopters land is your bag, Brooklyn Bridge Park is the place for you.
This photograph of rain is just another example of me taking pictures of stuff I didn’t think I could take pictures of in the first place – like smoke. Too bad I never got to take any photography classes in college… I guess taking photos of any subject is simply a matter of having the right lighting and background to make said subject show up… I guess.
Anyway, yeah, – a picture of the rain. Never thought I’d get that particular shot. I presume this isn’t what Creedence was talking about.
This spider has set up residence in the garage above the garbage cans. It’s probably a good spot for him… cycle of life, I guess. He’s welcome to stay there and do spider things until he gets too crazy with the web – then I’m bringing that knucklehead outside to be an amazing spider in the bushes.
I know there’s nothing in the photo for scale, but trust me when I tell you that this moth is at least two inches long. Seriously, On the real, For Real – whatever you prefer. It’s a really big moth. I first noticed the moth when the beating of his wings started knocking things over in the kitchen. The damn house shook when he landed on the wall.
So I’m saying the moth is big.
Upon my first visit to Disneyland and California Adventure just a few months ago, the signs got my attention right away. Here are just a few of my favorites. Read the rest of this entry
In Act 2, scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare writes:
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
[Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O! be some other name:
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
Ya see, that’s all fancy talk for "You can all "chocolate" "dog shiz" and it won’t alter the taste; chocolate tastes like chocolate no matter what you call it.