I can't stream the Yule Log, but I can offer this:
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| 2009. |
From snowless Minnesota to wherever you are, a merry Christmas Eve to you!
Showing posts with label things I made. Show all posts
Showing posts with label things I made. Show all posts
December 24, 2011
December 19, 2011
353: Parapluie
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| Notre-Dame de Paris, France, 2007. |
I feel a little bit like this umbrella today. Just...blerg.
I don't remember why I decided to shoot this photo, but I do remember standing outside Notre Dame on a very sunny day in Paris and seeing it sitting in the shrubbery.
Pauvre petite parapluie.
I don't remember why I decided to shoot this photo, but I do remember standing outside Notre Dame on a very sunny day in Paris and seeing it sitting in the shrubbery.
Pauvre petite parapluie.
December 17, 2011
December 15, 2011
349: Overhead
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| 2008. |
This photo is three years old, but the bare branches look pretty much the same. Now all we need is some snow.
December 6, 2011
340: Picturesque
Look at this gentle frakking snowfall.
It's just so goddamn picturesque.
(from this morning)
December 2, 2011
336: Chandelier
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| Semple Mansion, Minneapolis, 2009. |
I'm not sure if I like this or not.
Slightly creepy.
November 29, 2011
333: Campus flashback
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| University of Minnesota, Minneapolis, 2006. |
Going way back into the archives for this shot of my daily commute from the U of M's West Bank to the East Bank campus, back when I lived in Middlebrook Hall. I believe this part of the Washington Avenue bridge is now fenced off and inaccessible during Light Rail construction. Trufax.
November 27, 2011
November 22, 2011
November 21, 2011
325: I don't even
This is the sort of thing that happens when you spend too much time thinking about what would happen if the Doctor met characters from your other favorite shows.
The body was fresh. At least, that was Lanie’s best guess. “Drained dry,” she told Beckett. “As far as I can tell, your victim’s got no blood.” An officer pointed out a man among the looky-loos and said he’d asked to speak to the lead detective. Beckett followed the uni to the tape line and gave the guy a once-over. Tall, white, thirties. Unruly hair. Brown pin-striped suit, long trench coat. Sneakers. Interesting.
“You’re in charge here?” he asked as she approached. He had a London accent.
“Detective Kate Beckett. Who are you?”
"I’m the Doctor,” he replied, as though it meant something. “Tell me, Detective Kate Beckett, do you have a bloodless murder victim in that alleyway back there?”
Beckett narrowed her eyes. “How did you know that?”
“Because somewhere in this city, there’s a Plasmavore hiding in plain sight, just waiting to drain someone else dry. You’ll never find him with fingerprints or forensics, and if you don’t find him soon, the Judoon will sweep in, and believe me, you do not want them scanning first and asking questions later. You need an expert, Detective. You need me.”
Beckett laughed. “In this job, Doctor, I can believe a lot of things, but that line of bull you just fed me? Not one of them.”
The stranger looked grave for a long moment. Suddenly, a wide grin lit his face. “Oh, we’ll see about that, Kate.”
The body was fresh. At least, that was Lanie’s best guess. “Drained dry,” she told Beckett. “As far as I can tell, your victim’s got no blood.” An officer pointed out a man among the looky-loos and said he’d asked to speak to the lead detective. Beckett followed the uni to the tape line and gave the guy a once-over. Tall, white, thirties. Unruly hair. Brown pin-striped suit, long trench coat. Sneakers. Interesting.
“You’re in charge here?” he asked as she approached. He had a London accent.
“Detective Kate Beckett. Who are you?”
"I’m the Doctor,” he replied, as though it meant something. “Tell me, Detective Kate Beckett, do you have a bloodless murder victim in that alleyway back there?”
Beckett narrowed her eyes. “How did you know that?”
“Because somewhere in this city, there’s a Plasmavore hiding in plain sight, just waiting to drain someone else dry. You’ll never find him with fingerprints or forensics, and if you don’t find him soon, the Judoon will sweep in, and believe me, you do not want them scanning first and asking questions later. You need an expert, Detective. You need me.”
Beckett laughed. “In this job, Doctor, I can believe a lot of things, but that line of bull you just fed me? Not one of them.”
The stranger looked grave for a long moment. Suddenly, a wide grin lit his face. “Oh, we’ll see about that, Kate.”
November 16, 2011
November 13, 2011
317: Floral flashback
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| Ferry Building, San Francisco, 2008. |
Because winter is coming, and we'll need some bright colors.
November 6, 2011
November 1, 2011
October 28, 2011
301: Color wheel
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| Minneapolis Institute of Arts, 2006. |
Old, old photo from some event at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts.
October 27, 2011
300: Everything is better in noir.
If the first episode of Downton Abbey were a film noir.
Otherwise known as "misuse of Photoshop"
October 26, 2011
299: Cooper
I got fancy with Photoshop today.
Somebody really ought to revoke my animation privileges.
October 25, 2011
298: Tourism flashback
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| Flatiron Building, New York, 2010. |
This was taken the day I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge up to Midtown Manhattan. It was also the day I discovered I had the wrong lens on my camera, which is why this one turned out looking...odd. I think I was standing a block and a half away and could still only get this much of the building. Ah, well. These things happen.
October 20, 2011
October 18, 2011
291: Golden Gate
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| San Francisco, 2008. |
Taken from a boat in the San Francisco Bay.
I may have posted this before. Oh, well. I still like this one.
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