Showing posts with label day 51. Show all posts
Showing posts with label day 51. Show all posts

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Monday, February 23, 2009

Mat Ryan: February 20, 21, 22, 23

Colour and texture? I can do that.
The past few days have been interesting. Between working and playing in the snow, and as Oz said, the Schizophranic weather patterns here in Vermont, things never cease to amaze me.

From the 20, a dead rose at work. It was a not very pretty rose, and looks better, and a little melancholy in black and white.


I was looking at the lens of my camera when cleaning it and notice that I could see through it. I had to see if I could get a picture of my eye. This isn't a great picture, but it creeps the hell out of me. I might try this again later.


Walking to a friends house in the snow, I brought my tripod and camera with me to get this shot. I intensified the red on the camera, other than that, no edit.


Called into work today to say that I wasn't going to work. Left a not for my parents and went snowboarding, and saw a clean van with a DRTYVAN vanity plate. I think they meant the inside of it.


Friday, February 20, 2009

Alison (always gets behind) Day 49 - 51: At the Office.


The last few days I've been feeling ridiculously uninspired. On my lunch breaks I've been walking around outside, taking pictures.

These are the best ones I came up with.

Day # 49

It's a giant fern in front of my office. Other than that, I'm not sure what to say. Haha.






This is Day # 50

We had several dead or dying trees cut down around our office. That always conflicts me. I wish we didn't have to cut them down, but I also wish they weren't dead or dying. If we were cutting down live and flourishing trees, I'd probably be too occupied with being chained to the trees to be posting on here even quasi regularly.

Oh, and this photo is of the split wood. I thought it was fascinating, but I'm still not convinced I couldn't have captured in a more intriguing way.














Day # 51

This is the ground. Honestly, when you walk here, you step on more acorns than you do grass. And every time you round the back corner of the building, dozens of squirrels scatter.










Am I the only one who's feeling uninspired these days? Meh.