Posts Tagged ‘photolicious’

fall colors

We drove up Bore­as Pass with Seth & Hol­ly yes­ter­day to look at the awe­some fall col­ors. I think we were about a week too late for the peak of aspen sea­son but they were pret­ty great any­ways. I love the smell (eau de rot­ting leaves)…

Also, I edit­ed these pho­tos while lis­ten­ing to “Songs in the Key of Life” on the record play­er which is prob­a­bly why they look so warm & hap­py.

view to breck ombre walking way leaves close up looking light boreas pass bright mountains us

Posted: September 23rd, 2012
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Burning Man / Secret Passage

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Posted: September 12th, 2012
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Awkwardly Beautifully Young (gpoy)

Ear­li­er today my friend K post­ed a cou­ple of scanned pho­tos of me from high school on Face­book. I feel like I’m just now able to come to terms with the awk­ward young per­son I was… And so I scanned a few of my own.

I used to cringe about my super androg­y­nous phase. Truth­ful­ly, I think it’s just because it also hap­pens to coin­cide with a time in my life where I was­n’t always very hap­py. Many of these pho­tos rep­re­sent good times, tho, espe­cial­ly the ones in Ice­land and in Mel­bourne. I think I was actu­al­ly a pret­ty cute lit­tle boi­girl most of the time and I made it thru teenage and young adult­hood with­out being sucked into the fem­me­beau­ty­con­sumer­ma­chine, which is kind of neat.

Self Por­trait, 2000.

 

Elven blur­ry chil­dren, 1997.

 

Red Rocks, 1999 or 2000ish.

 

Ice­land horse trekking, 1999.

 

Mel­bourne, 1996.

 

Band pho­to shoot, 2001. We are try­ing to look very seri­ous here but if I scanned the out­takes (which you could not pay me a mil­lion dol­lars to do!) you could see how much we were goof­ing around.

 

Posted: July 16th, 2012
Categories: My Life 1979-2001
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there were blurry photos

down­town, bak­er, and feds.

Einstein Bulb

GB*D bannerbunting

Posted: February 20th, 2012
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super. ∞

I haven’t been dream­ing a lot, so instead I made a pic­ture of a cam­era:

Posted: November 15th, 2011
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bitchface

Um so even though I just turned 32 and am prob­a­bly tech­ni­cal­ly too old, I total­ly love to read Tavi at style rook­ie and her new project, Rook­ie, a sort of Sassy-esque* online mag for teenagers.The Octo­ber issue had a DIY sec­tion on how to bitch­face, and I decid­ed to try it out for myself. Here are my results.

The Una­mused

Note that I am not sure my glass­es are com­pat­i­ble with bitch­face. Also I could­n’t stop laugh­ing on this pose. I appar­ent­ly have trou­ble keep­ing a straight/bored face.

Lit­tle Miss Muriel Kit­ty gave it a try, too.

The Repulsed

I sort of just look angry. Also, I have trou­ble with inde­pen­dent con­trol over my eye­brows. This one was def­i­nite­ly the most chal­leng­ing. I’m also not sure I have mas­tered the smize.

The “Is Any­one Else Hear­ing This”

I pret­ty much rocked this one.

The “Real­ly??”

Some Bitch­face With Hands Pos­es

I do think the hands add some believ­abil­i­ty for those of us who don’t have a lot of facial con­trol.

This next oh-so-attrac­tive pho­to was inspired by my first cre­ative direc­tor Kent, who used to make this face in meet­ings.

Welp, that’s about it! I rate myself a 6.4 at bitch­face. I’d bet­ter keep prac­tic­ing.

*It should be not­ed that I was nev­er a Sassy read­er. I’m not sure why — maybe I was a wee bit young? I did read Sev­en­teen which was most­ly deplorable but occa­sion­al­ly had arti­cles about Drew Bar­ry­more, who I was obsessed with.

Posted: November 10th, 2011
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i walked 4 miles to the library and there was a lot to look at

Swallow housies.And a full creek.UnderPond scum bloomA song called Reptile was playing when I came across this guy.GiantRacoon footprints

Posted: September 17th, 2011
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Cold

In prepa­ra­tion for tomor­row’s high of ‑2º Fahren­heit, I present you with nice pic­tures of cold things:

Frozen jetty

icicles

Ice Heart

Captain Blue Ice

blue planet

Posted: January 31st, 2011
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auspicious

Today because it was my birth­day I had a cup of Turk­ish cof­fee and when I was done I read my for­tune in the bot­tom of the cup. Here is what I saw:

auspicious coffee

An owl, two kit­ties, a pony, a hawk, a genie, and an alli­ga­tor on the beach. Quite aus­pi­cious indeed.

Posted: November 2nd, 2010
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Last Day Of Magic / SX70

last day of magic

sx70 land camera

Posted: September 11th, 2010
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moments

There is some­thing about sum­mer light that makes you more aware of the lit­tle moments, like July daisies, or clothes hang­ing on the line.

on the line
daisies

Posted: July 24th, 2010
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life like weeds

Life Like Weeds
Mod­est Mouse

in this life like weeds

And in the places you go, you’ll see the place where you’re from.
And in the faces you meet, you’ll see the place where you’ll die.
And on the day that you die, you’ll see the peo­ple you met.
And in the faces you see, you’ll see just who you’ve been.

in this life like weeds

In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds.
Eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed.
In this life like weeds, you’re a rock to me.
I know where you’re from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you’re the dirt I’ll breath.
In this life like weeds, you’re a rock to me.

in this life like weeds

All this talk­ing all the time and the air fills up, up, up.
Until there’s noth­ing left to breathe,
And you think you feel most every­thing.
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled.

in this life like weeds

So you think you’ve fig­ured out every­thing,
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled.

in this life like weeds

All this talk­ing all the time and the air fills up, up, up.
Until there’s noth­ing left to breathe,
Up until there’s noth­in left to speak.
Up until the data parts in space.

in this life like weeds

Posted: May 23rd, 2010
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Trainyard

Posted: May 16th, 2010
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in which i try to embarass my self and my friends

My Life, 1979 — col­lege-ish.

(This is a work in progress. Enjoy, laugh, and point fin­gers.)

Posted: January 17th, 2010
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Best of 2009 #14: Voltage

Posted: December 14th, 2009
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Best of 2009 #11: Place

This year, my best place was Den­ver. Between explor­ing dif­fer­ent parts of town for book­club meet­ings and spend­ing a lot of time down­town with Meg & Dustin, I feel like I redis­cov­ered my city.

On a recent pho­to expe­di­tion in the Bak­er Dis­trict near Fan­cy Tiger, I cap­tured some of the tex­tures of Den­ver (click pho­to for more).

Posted: December 11th, 2009
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Dreaming

Feathers and a bench

Feath­ers and a bench.

I’ve been play­ing with my Lens­Ba­by… Great­est birth­day present ever!

Posted: November 7th, 2009
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