Shibuya Station <Tokyo> Japan. Umbrellas take over the world.
Imperial Palace Gardens <Tokyo> Japan. Giant rocks make a wall.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
The Seaweed Is Always Greener
The underworld is unbelievable.
Yes, that one too: the world of giant monsters flying around the circles of hell, trapped in ice or racing towards fiery doom.
And then there is this one: the ocean.
Have you ever seen the world under this one? A world where up is water and down ... is more water, and no one truly knows who or what lives there. Did you know that the Census of Marine Life estimates that 91% of species in the seas have yet to be discovered?* The ocean is a place of mysterious beauty; colors, shapes, and motions that defy likeness to life on land. Another world.
To the point: the ocean. As someone who is terrified of swimming in the ocean, I have become obsessed with looking at pictures of life underwater. And, thanks to Pinterest, I can share this with the world (and you can follow in disbelief). It is all just so incredible!
And, thanks to Pinterest again (on a completely different board), I pinned this great article on how to make a book planter for succulents ... then instead of wondering where I read about that cool planter idea, I checked my pins and made something. And then shared it with CNN (#8). Want one?
I have also been watching video tutorials on Lynda.com about landscape photography and shooting raw instead of jpg. Stay tuned for those results. The teacher said not to be afraid of cropping or using masks ... so I tried a few experimental so-so iffy maybe ehhhhh things.
[Photos from New Zealand]
*Also fascinating is that they now estimate the total number of species on Earth to be 8,700,000 (give or take 1.3 million). I think that's a lot, right?
Yes, that one too: the world of giant monsters flying around the circles of hell, trapped in ice or racing towards fiery doom.
And then there is this one: the ocean.
Have you ever seen the world under this one? A world where up is water and down ... is more water, and no one truly knows who or what lives there. Did you know that the Census of Marine Life estimates that 91% of species in the seas have yet to be discovered?* The ocean is a place of mysterious beauty; colors, shapes, and motions that defy likeness to life on land. Another world.
To the point: the ocean. As someone who is terrified of swimming in the ocean, I have become obsessed with looking at pictures of life underwater. And, thanks to Pinterest, I can share this with the world (and you can follow in disbelief). It is all just so incredible!
And, thanks to Pinterest again (on a completely different board), I pinned this great article on how to make a book planter for succulents ... then instead of wondering where I read about that cool planter idea, I checked my pins and made something. And then shared it with CNN (#8). Want one?
I have also been watching video tutorials on Lynda.com about landscape photography and shooting raw instead of jpg. Stay tuned for those results. The teacher said not to be afraid of cropping or using masks ... so I tried a few experimental so-so iffy maybe ehhhhh things.
[Photos from New Zealand]
*Also fascinating is that they now estimate the total number of species on Earth to be 8,700,000 (give or take 1.3 million). I think that's a lot, right?
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Won't You Be My Neighbor?
It's 2012 and I live in Oakland.
My memory is awful and I fear I have early early onset dementia. But maybe I am just very distracted. Like, it's pretty busy up there in my head, wondering what it would be like to walk on the moon and see the Earth from outer space. Things like that.
I know it sounds crazy, but I remember around the time when my baby brother was born -- I was four years old. Brains, wow, mysterious. This is my earliest memory, grainy snapshots of people and places; watching my cousins play with cake, that's right, "play." And I'm pretty certain my parents named Matt after a Cabbage Patch Kid.
Everyone knows I walk a lot. I wander; it's just what I do. Lately, I, uh, I have had some free time and so I have been exploring my new neighborhood. I love colors, plants, things that rust, crumble, fade; things that line up, light up, fall apart, and are just totally cool. I'm not a stalker, but I am curious about other people's lives and the stories that are stored within a home. What does life look like? Objects, collections, stuff, things, order/disorder ... every detail is revealing. I was on an airplane the other day and had the misfortune of watching "Hoarders." This show is scary, seriously. Don't watch it. There was this one guy who hoarded cats. CATS! Just think about the smell … of 30 cats … and lots of dead ones, deflated and shriveled with little pieces of skeleton showing through stretched fur. TMI, I know, sorry.
I like Oakland.
My memory is awful and I fear I have early early onset dementia. But maybe I am just very distracted. Like, it's pretty busy up there in my head, wondering what it would be like to walk on the moon and see the Earth from outer space. Things like that.
I know it sounds crazy, but I remember around the time when my baby brother was born -- I was four years old. Brains, wow, mysterious. This is my earliest memory, grainy snapshots of people and places; watching my cousins play with cake, that's right, "play." And I'm pretty certain my parents named Matt after a Cabbage Patch Kid.
Everyone knows I walk a lot. I wander; it's just what I do. Lately, I, uh, I have had some free time and so I have been exploring my new neighborhood. I love colors, plants, things that rust, crumble, fade; things that line up, light up, fall apart, and are just totally cool. I'm not a stalker, but I am curious about other people's lives and the stories that are stored within a home. What does life look like? Objects, collections, stuff, things, order/disorder ... every detail is revealing. I was on an airplane the other day and had the misfortune of watching "Hoarders." This show is scary, seriously. Don't watch it. There was this one guy who hoarded cats. CATS! Just think about the smell … of 30 cats … and lots of dead ones, deflated and shriveled with little pieces of skeleton showing through stretched fur. TMI, I know, sorry.
I like Oakland.
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