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.
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!
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!
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!
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?
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.
This was up in Scotland, and, with my TOTALLY NUDE right index finger, I pressed the shutter-button -- and this is what the camera saw.
Most likely, both of these guys refuse fish for dinner 7 days a week: I know I would!
As you can't see, the little boats are brightly painted so you can tell them apart even if you don't know how to read. The men are called by different names so that if you shout you can tell each one's name by watching which one doesn't turn around.
If you're not in Scotland now, maybe you should think about it -- and, since I get no commission from the Scottish Tourist Board, you could send me a souvenir if you make it there -- like maybe a nice Dover sole.
This is a new kind of sit-up: just make yourself comfy ABOVE what you'd usually be sitting ON.
The benefits to the TOTALLY NUDE abdominal muscles are STUPENDOUS!
Try it!
You'll have a rock-hard stomach before you know it - unless you forget how to float and end up with a post right up through your personal areas and intothe gut!
Don't tell ANYONE where and how you got those brand-new washboard abs!
Yes, indeed! This is the famous movie star you thought it was, just 38 short years before he hit his peak!
I was fortunate enough, when I took this shot, to get his autograph because he didn't realize he would be world-famous and a truly snooty guy in later life.
For reusable stencils of his tennis shoe prints, which I, in a moment of great foresight, made that day, phone me here in Barcelona. Your stencil will be mailed to you within 3 generations or whenever the Commander-in-Chief admits being to blame for any mistake he might have made -- whichever comes first.
I look forward to not hearing from you! Yes, indeed! This is the famous movie star you thought it was, just 38 short years before he hit his peak!
I look forward to not hearing from you!
Accidents happen. And misjudgments. But this one was particularly unfortunate.
Mistaking his hat for a urinal wasn't so bad -- except that he tried to use it while it was still on his head!
There was trouble -- especially when this happened 400 times in a row (see what looks like water in the background!), but far worse was that he mistook his wife for a hat, vaguely similar to the famous case described by neurologist, Dr. Oliver Sacks.
You don't want to know the details of my case (not Sacks', which is fascinating) on an empty stomach.
Anyhow: I took this photo in 1963, in Germany, when I was still dumber than now.
I could not have done this without Shreck's total cooperation, which you rarely get from TOTALLY NUDE beings!
"Shreck," as you probably know, means "terror", or something like that in German, which Shreck definitely was NOT.
I don't miss him, but I do remember him - especially now.
He's 34 if he's a day, but for sure -- ABSOLUTELY sure!-- his youth doesn't show at ALL!
I took this near Stuttgart, Germany while this guy and I were talking about cosmic stuff like how the world would be in, say, 1970. He paused a moment, kind of looking ahead, I'd say, maybe asking himself if he'd still be around.
It turns out he didn't last much longer, but his photo hasn't faded and his look is just as bright as then, although only in two dimensions. Makes me think of the Oliver Wendell Holmes poem, "The Last Leaf."
Funny: when I took this, I never dreamed the world would make it to Orwell's famous 1984, but it seems to have not only reached that famous year but gone past it in "double-speak," "double-think" and "Big Brother is Watching You."
If my man here had known what was waiting, maybe he wouldn't have been disappointed not to be around.
As for me, I'm happy to be here, even if only in imagination, which is what my life often seems to be.
What about YOU? He's 34 if he's a day, but for sure -- ABSOLUTELY sure!-- his youth doesn't slow at ALL!
I took this near Stuttgart, Germany while this guy and I were talking about cosmic stuff like how the world would be in, say, 1970. He paused a moment, kind of looking ahead, I'd say, maybe asking himself if he'd still be around.
It turns out he didn't last much longer, but his photo hasn't faded and his look is just as bright as then, although only in two dimensions. Makes me think of the Oliver Wendell Holmes poem, "The Last Leaf."
Funny: when I took this, I never dreamed the world would make it to Orwell's famous 1984, but it seems to have not only reached that famous year but gone past it in "double-speak," "double-think" and "Big Brother is Watching You."
If my man here had known what was waiting, maybe he wouldn't have been disappointed not to be around.
As for me, I'm happy to be here, even if only in imagination, which is what my life often seems to be.
What about YOU?
Well, no, she wasn't really our cleaning lady, but that's what we always used to say, joking.
She liked showing off her body -- and I don't blame her -- and, one time she went to the Cleveland Art Museum in a "dress" you could VERY EASILY read through, and though she wasn't TOTALLY NUDE underneath, because, for example, she was wearing shoes, she did get some fascinated attention.
She put this photo -- very large -- on her mantelpiece, and got some rave reviews, as I remember, whichi s a real tribute to the quality of the Hasselblad camera, isn't it?
He's not really a dancer, but at the distance between my terrace and the gym across the street where he was doing his stuff, it SEEMED like he was one of those famous guys from the movies.
No matter: the gym is up and running -- FINALLY! -- but not that many people are coming in.
(In the previous version of this gym, it was ALL GIRLS and they sunned themselves out there TOPLESS and BRONZED. I could have easily thrown them a Frisbee, but decided i was getting too self-conscious with them staring at me all the time.
At least I was actually safe from their direct enticements because of the narrow street that separated us! TOPLESS girls 7 days a week! Who could ask for more? Nobody - because, basically, there ARE only 7 days in the week.)
The doctor had said that he was in great health, except that he would soon die, strange and sad as that may seem.
A WONDERFUL guy who listened, said little, knew lots and cared.
I figure they must be 43 years older now, both the girls and the swans.
Or maybe they're still where they were, poised, anxious to see if the swans swim closer, majestically, calmly and serenly, like years passing.
Who knows? Maybe the girls decided to move into the future after all and are here in this world in this time -- and maybe one of them is YOU -- but, to be honest, probably not.
Or...are you one of the swans?
In this shot, I thought I saw him like he saw the world.
Now, I, myself see as he saw, which is what cataracts can do to you - and it's very lucky for me that my Nikon D-70s is fast and automatic to focus, because I'm not.
Even world-class marathon runners have to take it easy every once in a while -- and so it is with "Slim."
When his hair begins to have a political agenda, his bicep start pouting and his kidneys demand the right to use the family car, well, he knows it's time to slow down from a dead stop -- a feat which only the greatest resters even attempt.
He held this position for 30 minutes before holding it for another half-hour.
Was that hour half-full, or half-alive?
Uploaded by qwurky on 24 Oct '06, 11.59pm CEST.
Even world-class marathon runners have to take it easy every once in a while -- and so it is with "Slim."
When his hair begins to have a political agenda, his bicep start pouting and his kidneys demand the right to use the family car, well, he knows it's time to slow down from a dead stop -- a feat which only the greatest resters even attempt.
He held this position for 30 minutes before holding it for another half-hour.
Was that hour half-full, or half-alive?
Uploaded by qwurky on 24 Oct '06, 11.59pm CEST.
This was taken before I woke up. You should've seen me when I regained consciousness!
If you’re an optimist, you think I’m going to skip the half-empty and half-full clichés.
If you’re a realist, you know bettera
If you’re standing on your head, you see that the bottle’s right-side up, and you wonder why your computer monitor’s crashing off your desk as you read this.
I’m not all that profound today (or ever!), so you write the rest of this.
I’m going out now for a drink.
