Oh hey look it's fearless! >.> <.< Punts off a cliff.
*Comes up for air* ...that's what she said.
I accuse myself for being kept away from this game.
I was not greeted in JFK with oversized apples. For a man taking the red eye, I expect simply an unusually large apple. Cordially, Destined Now excuse me NYC. Orlando calls.
The Storm As the world chimes six Words lap the edges of the page restlessly.* The thought darkens While far off the cerebellum storms.* I stand alone amidst the forgotten, Battening down the memories Preparing the sacrificial notebooks to capture the storms wrath.* I know why this storm is barreling toward my small shelter.* You.* You changed things, plagued dreams Offered the chance for something more Broke spirits without warrant Corking the flow of creativity.* The stopper will not hold forever.* I wish it to shatter, To sweep me away to an unnamed genre Away from the ghost of your smile.* Winds grow stronger, words crash harder.* The storm is upon us.* Do I thank you? Do I curse you? Only the storm will tell.*
Survey says.... Represent
Damn, wish i'd been able to submit stuff to this thread. I'm not sure who to vote for, you both have a unique eye for the artistry of photo.
Here are some new shots, cnc and enjoy. Skewered Aragog's view The Gatekeepers School Days Bag's are packed Photo BOMB Drawing the line
Yes there is an interesting wand shop owned by a quaint man named Olivander. However I was unable to stomach standing in line 2 hours to walk into a wand shop to be told I was a muggle. So i bought my wand instead in the post office.
*Cough cough* So there I was, walking down the street, and this pack of kids bursts past me, making me drop my stuff. I got pissed and gave chase, past the train station and post office, a couple stores until I saw them run into this castle. I gave chase, not wanting to let them get away with their antics. It wasn't until i was deep in the dungeon's that i began to realize the world wasn't what i expected. Mirrors peppered the halls, disembodied voices whispered from the bathrooms, while snow fell as a hat stood watch, spouting lymrics and rythme. And then....now where is that bloody remembrall?
Dude.....why didn't i think of this....awesome.
Working for Disney was always one of those "ya right" dreams I had. I'd been gathering info about the program for 3 years before finally biting the bullet. This program is not only giving me some much needed real world experience in guest interactions, but also creative problem solving and conflict resolution. Plus, having Disney on a resume can't be too bad either. Right now I'm doing this full time till August, at which time i will be a college program representative at my unversity for 4 months. No i'm not doing any schooling right now.
Where have I been for the last bit? Well...lets start at the beginning. It turns out that when an individual such as myself is a forced to purchase a new camera, a different perspective of life is required. A new view on the world as it were. I've been stuck on a mountain in Asia, helped a wookie learn to read, learning what bad weather actually is, all while trying to stop a paradox from destroying the fabric of the space time continum.....and working for a Mouse.
Thanks Reptar, Sunset Tower is currently one of my favorite pictures i've taken. Wishing, i was pissed cause the dad put the girl up on his shoulders cause originally i just wanted to take pics of the fireworks, but I choose instead to use the ambiguity aspect of the child to tell the story, invoking the childish wonder of disney and also nostalgia.
The silent man returns.
Here are a few more shots Sunset Tower Painted Ladies Trippy Wishing My View
Renegade: It's a Sony Cybershot H55. Cat: Thanks
Ya....no you aren't. I don't want these images edited...that's not what i was going for by posting these.
Figure since i've been taking photo's like mad with my new camera, probably a good time to creative a photography thread. And yes, these are all pretty much Disney themed...ish. Enjoy CnC appreciated. Future Generations Italian Romance Because of Roy Twilight Earth Moon Rise Two Player Remnants Sunset New York Checking In Grinding Sky One Day
Untitled Succumbing to the tattered rye, walks the broken firefly. For one would ask what ails such creature To rebuke look toward the timeline For the future Predicts the past you once define. The blades would bend Swaying away from the young firefly, Forging a world of unknown lie Lay a dismal, shrouded end. For at once the young would prod the ink filled depths To find a resolve, an answer to the unwanted no. But the rye refused to give the word, Till the day the sun would fall. The answers refused to commune till the day spirit failed. Washed aside by the generational eye. Succumbing to the tattered rye, walks the broken firefly. Toward an end of unjust deserve, The being limps onward toward the shrouded past Refusing to carry the rye and dance.
