Some monochrome shots from my world
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.”
Some monochrome shots from my world
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.”
The theme of my batch of pictures this week is food, specifically signs I’ve captured that depict different food or names of restaurants.
A sign hanging in the window of a classic icecream joint written by hand with permanent marker. Has a sort of 1960s or 70s vintage look about it. As you can see, the icecream stand is directly across from a residential street. And if you look behind the letters, you can see me taking the picture.Another sign directing to the snack bar at Potter Park Zoo in Lansing, Michigan which I went to in 2013 with a couple of friends. A smiling meerkat is holding an icecream cone. Has a childish factor to it, aimed towards making young kids feel comfortable at the zoo.
The Cheesecake Factory! Inspired to visit and eat there by The Big Bang Theory, which basically helped it get discovered by many more people than before. The cheesecake is out of this world, unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. They also have lunch and dinner meals and appetizers, which are also fantastic, especially the jalapeno nachos.
And here is the ending ticket from a meal at a Denny’s in Indiana just last summer. The waiter’s name was Steve Austin so my family that was with me kept thinking of the “Stone Cold” WWE wrestler.
The next installment of Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week deals with pictures that contain both letters and numbers. Trying to breath some new life into my photographic hobby and find new objects and use new perspective, I thought about what I have learned so far about taking good pictures and applied those techniques today while out walking around. One of those things that came to mind was the Rule of Thirds.
A lottery ticket – what are my chances of winning anything? Apparently not a whole lot.
No matter how hard I try, I can never get the hang of the metric system, nor can any American for that matter.
I can’t drive 15. Rotated on a slight angle to appear big and bold.
It’s my car’s license plate, using the Rule of Thirds.
A house code – 2737A. Another example of the Rule of Thirds.
House for Sale – don’t call the number, please!
18 large eggs, one for each hole of golf.
This isn’t Fast and the Furious.
Catholic school sign by the road.
A clear as day warning on my washer.
Find new roads…or be happy with the ones you love.
On the corner of County and Nevada.
An iron sewer gate…watch your step.
The pond of the Cascades in my hometown has been an iconic landmark for decades. Lots of people around the city and parts of the state come to this peaceful spot for relaxation and to fish for whatever is swimming down below. I think that spewing fountain across the pond is what solidifies this as a landmark for me, plus the houses nestled comfortably in the trees. A remarkable sight that needs to continuously be cared for and free of pollution.
The last time I visited Lake Huron was in the summer of 2010. This photo and the one below taken on the rocks by the shore is a kind of landmark in my mind since the view out over the lake is beautiful and breathtaking, especially with the howling winds coming off of the chilly water. The coastline of the upper peninsula can be clearly seen on the horizon.
The sprawling acres of this empty cornfield in early April is a landmark because I see it everyday as well as anyone driving by it on the main county road near my house. I observe it every season, as the first stalks of corn start shooting up, to when they are lush and green, to when they are harvested, and to when the stalks start to wilt and everything is mowed down.
And finally, this tall sign with names of important cities in Michigan standing in the small town of Hell, Michigan is an iconic landmark (literally) for anyone visiting the city. A cheesy and very sleepy town as I can remember it but there were lots of things that I had the knowledge to frame with my ever skillful eye and snap pictures of, editing them later on and making them look like real good artwork.
Yesterday you invented a new astrological sign. Today, write your own horoscope — for the past month (in other words, as if you’d written it October 1st).
The Bug, the Silence, and the Comfort spoke to me about my October destiny as I was sitting down at the little tea table in the dark and dusty wine cellar. The guardian of the 13th Zodiac, sitting opposite me and wearing rich robes of deep scarlet, gazed into a crystal ball and foretold my apparent future.
“Tabbybug sees new pathways in your future. You will expand your horizons this fair October”, he said in a mysterious drawl, with a bit of a French accent.
I shifted in my seat excitedly; this was good news!
More revelations were revealed as the guardian seemed to magically shift the white smoke to and fro without actually touching the glass.
“On October 1, a new beginning will offer another chance to shine at something that you love, to break free from the shadows of mediocrity and be heard for miles around. Around October 15, there will be a growing comfort in yourself and you will start to feel your interests going towards something good. Tabbybug predicts a large community gathering around you, sharing similar interests and aiming for new go —
“Ah”, I responded, “That sounds like WordPress —
“Do not interrupt Tabbybug while he tries to excruciatingly concentrate on predicting pointless events in your future!”
“Sorry, sir. Come again? Did you say pointless?”
But there was a sudden grey clouding of the sphere.
“Oh dear…there will be a time when good luck will fall out and you will be left feeling alone and vulnerable. You will soon realize, around October 20, that your skills are not quite refined and cannot run with the veteran pack. Old Tabby sees your normal routines continuing on as usual, but there will be a desperate need to escape the everyday clutches of mundane tasks and explore the wild blue yonder.”
“Great, are we done yet?”, I said impatiently, getting up to leave.
“Hold on, young wise one! Tabbybug sees you longing for the love and companionship of another living thing, not necessarily a person, on the 29th of October. On that same day, your future self will be incessantly calling, waiting for you to answer his call and either follow or not follow the tattered gold carpet laid out by him.”
After all was said and done, I was about to thank the great Tabbybug and leave, but I had one question that needed answering:
“Mr. Tabbybug, sir, what do you think my costume for Halloween will be, because I still have not decided on one.”
This made old Tabby raise his mystical eyebrows, shift the white smoke around with one long bony finger, and remain silent for a long while until he responded to my question:
“Tabbybug does not know about this Halloween you talk about. He has just been recently appointed to the Zodiac board and the other divine figures have not informed him of anything, choosing to not quite accept him as part of their historical group because they think he’s some sort of unneeded wheel. Tabbybug wishes he could answer your demanding question but the Zodiac does not allow him access to such small mattered details until he have proven himself worthy enough.”
“Oh, I see…sorry, Mr. Tabbybug, sir, I did not know. I guess I’ll find out for myself. But I have just one more question to ask you – how much are you getting paid for this job?”
This question caused Tabby to look even more confused. “Paid? Paid? You think Tabbybug is getting paid for this job! Zodiac guardians do not get paid! They are divine figurative beings who have no use for such trivial stuff. But on the other hand, those bastards could have at least given friendly Tabby a better place to fortune tell than someone’s old wine cellar! Everyone else gets cloud palaces for Orion’s sake!”
And with that, he knocked the sphere off the table and stormed off into the shadows with a whoosh of his cloak. My first meeting with my horoscope master was over.
You’re tasked with creating a brand new astrological sign for the people born around your birthday — based solely on yourself. What would your new sign be, and how would you describe those who share it?
So you put me in charge of creating a new sign for people born around my birthday (August 28)? Am I really that special that I get to lodge a part of my existence into the Zodiac all based on me? What made you grant me this precious right? OK, if you want to play with fire, I’ll whip something up in the fantastical, whiz banging, smoke snaring, whirry wheeling lab I call my mind.
I was born at the end of August. My sign is Virgo. Which in the Zodiac is a picture of a virgin for which I still am (sadly but at the same time happily). It is the sign associated with earth. The last immortal to abandon earth at the end of the Silver Age, when the gods fled to Olympus. And I will be the last one to abandon home for real once I sail off to university in Kalamazoo.
I’m a blank slate. What sign could be about me? I guess you could say I’m a cat person, I love cats (friendly ones, of course), so my sign would be something to do with a cuddly house animal, but we already have a sign associated with a cat, the lion sign of Leo. What if I combine Virgo with Leo and get Veo or Lirgo? Stupid, I know. No, keep thinking…
I’m a shutterbug, a fanatic of taking pictures. How about a bug sign and name it after the God of Light, Lucifer (which is interesting because that name is usually associated with darkness) because of the obvious association of light with picture taking? Sure, parents would be wary of having their children being born on the zodiac cycle of Lucifer but would it really matter? It’s a sign made up by me and has no connections to the sky, history, or demonic possessions. OK, just to make it SFWU (Safe for Worldly Use), the sign could be called Heylel, which is the Hebrew translation of Lucifer.
What sign could be used to describe someone who is strong and silent, such as myself? Harpocrates is the god of silence, so there’s another possibility. Couple that with a strong god like Hercules and you get the sign of Harpocules or Herpocrates (which sounds similar to an infectious disease).
So all together, my sign would describe someone who is loving and gentle, creative and adventurous, not entirely vocal all the time but is very confident inside without making it apparent to the world.
Veofercrates Tabbybug (as recently suggested by Mrs. Angloswiss, named after her famous cat! But since I also have a cat named that is similar to a tabby, this goes hand in hand).
“Now, all you Tabbybugs (or Tabbys), assemble at my side and rise up and fight the rest of the Zodiac that now pales in comparison to my awesomeness!”
This picture was taken back in February 2014 at the CSL Plasma center in Lansing, Michigan where my family and I go to donate plasma (the pale-yellow, mainly water portion of the blood) and earn about sixty dollars per week on two separate days: $20 on the first and about $40 on the second. At the time I was working on a 365 day photo project and this sign seemed like a great addition to the mix. The photograph means something special to me because my family and I are actually saving people’s lives (in a fragmented way) by supplying various hospitals and clinics with the essential components from our donated plasma, including proteins and antibodies, needed to make certain life-saving medicines. This is a multibillion dollar worldwide business that is viewed both strongly and negatively by various organizations because of the immediate dangers of pathogenic diseases such as AIDS/HIV being spread through the blood, tainting the plasma, and infecting patients receiving it but this seems to be under control. Continue reading “WPC: Earning Cash, Saving Lives”
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