And now, I want a bear suit. And Florence.
And now, I want a bear suit. And Florence.
“…Our worlds get smaller as we get older…”
I’d like to think of our lives as a oddly shaped cone. If the point is facing up, we are born at the circular base: our lives start off with numerous possibilities and choices to make, but as we go on our choices are eliminated, by our own choices or by the choices of others, and the circular base begins to shrink as time progresses. Each choice we make narrows where our lives can go, but that does not mean that our choices make any less of an impact on our lives.
I think the truth of the matter is that we are never truly limited by our choices; that there is no cone. But we are limited by what we think our choices are, and how the final outcome is perceived.
Jupiter and Venus on a cloudy night
Nikon F100, Nikkor 50mm 1.8G, on Ilford Pro 3200

A Good Night.
Nikon F100 50mm 1.8G lens, Kodak Tri-X 400
My Father and Scotty
“Fuck them is what I say! I hate those e-books! They cannot be the future. They may well be. I will be dead! I won’t give a shit!”
If you haven’t seen the Colbert Report interviews, I highly recommend you watch them. NOW. Aside from that, I hope to one day be just like him; A cantankerous old man who lived a good life without any regrets.
RIP Maurice Sendak.
The girls had their first loss of the season today. It was tough to watch, mainly because of all the effort they put into it, just to lose 0-1. It was just one of those days where nothing can go right; the goal posts are three feet wide instead of three inches, the ball moves and bounces in weird ways and the ref is making absurd calls. No matter how hard they played, there’s just nothing they could do. It just wasn’t meant to be.
It was heartbreaking to watch a few walk off the field crying from frustration, but I was proud of them for trying so hard. And, to be honest, I never thought I’d be so invested after a few weeks.