Thursday, November 16, 2006

Amputation-time's almost here! At LAST!


Amputation time is almost here! At LAST!
Originally uploaded by qwurky.

Some have too few. Some have too many. Some, with just a little trim and a chop, have just the right number...as in the case here.

Here you see his journey to the surgeon's is almost finished, or, as you might say, on its last leg.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

The fart of a lightning bug is harmless, except to all life-forms


The fart of a lightning bug is harmless, except to all life-forms
Originally uploaded by qwurky.

A nano-second more, and I would've been reduced to steaming, chocolate-flavored protoplasm or cinders.

Its zoom was nearly my doom, to put the story in a nutshelf

This moment was captured by Emma just before the lightening bug swatted her to life! Thank you, Emma!

My Nikon, down at the bottom of my circular squarecase, taking a self-portait of me, although I've left


My Nikon, down at the bottom of my circular squarecase, taking a self-portait of me, although I've left
Originally uploaded by qwurky.

Too bad I left before taking this self-portrait. It would have been a real winner, if you liked peering up someone's nostrils from 50 meters away.

I decided to leave in order to write this insightful comment for your reading displeasure.

Imagine if I had stayed!

1970: Below the sky, above a castle, through your eyes


1970: Below the sky, above a castle, through your eyes
Originally uploaded by qwurky.

Harness the power of his gaze and crank up the power of the sun, or rocket through stone walls or command a rowdy crowd of thousands.

This moment, being on the receiving-end of this look-through-your-eyes-and-out-the-back-of -your-head, well this moment lasts in my mental history, as Hamlet would not have said it, "In the mind of my eye."

I say no more. I shut my eyes. I see more and more!

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Charlie, ailing, on Ramblas, Barcelona, Spain


Charlie, ailing, on Ramblas, Barcelona, Spain
Originally uploaded by qwurky.

It was a bad day for Charlie, the short old, sick Chaplin impersonator. He stands stark still hour after hour, waiting for, among other things, hand-outs from the passers-by.

I sometimes ask myself how old he is, and my only answer seems to be, "Too old."

Yesterday, there were few hand-outs and Charlie was sick and weak, as you can probably see, and if he had happiness somewhere, it was not in his face.

Some drunk Brits mocked him, took photos of each other beside him and left, braying, without giving Charlie a cent.

I am sad now. Why?

Friday, November 03, 2006

Two girls and a horse that goes nowhere and also has horns


Two girls and a horse that goes nowhere and also has horns
Originally uploaded by qwurky.

OK, so maybe I don't know much about farm animals. The ones without horns -- they're the farmers, no? Or the pigs?

Oh, well, I only know that if I ever grew up, I wanted to be a horse (not like this one, but big and comfortable like those ones the Bobbies use in London to ease people out of the way at the Changing of the Guard.)

Anyhow, these kids don't seem to be that particular. Use your face- and gesture-reading talent and skills and you'll know everything the girls are feeling.

Don't use your talent and skills on the horse! In its own way, it's got a poker face you'll never read, ever...or at least its changes, because there aren't any.

Uploaded by qwurky on 3 Nov '06, 10.24am CET.