P is for "Pictures"

Okay, so I'll admit it: I'm addicted to Flickr. It started as a place to post my polaroids (I'm still more than a little pissed they're discontinuing the film. I mean, what am I going to do without fresh prints from Grant Hamilton? Seriously, depriving the world of one of the greatest artists in the medium is a crime in and of itself. It's like they decided to stop making paints in the middle of Da Vinci painting the Sistine Chapel. Or they stopped making food halfway through the Swedish Chef's meal or something ... ), but soon spiraled out of control (as things usually do).

I've gone Flickr-mad, like some cow that should be put down but whose strength makes it nigh unstoppable and finally they have to just shoot it, quickly and cleanly, from across the field where it drops immediately, lowing insanely as it bleeds out under a thankless sky.

Wait, I took that metaphor a little too far, huh?

Anyway, I'm now posting old (and some current) design work, ephemera (more than a little inspired by Tony Carpenter's excellent blog), and, well, trash.

Yeah, you read that right.

You can now add "Trash Picking" to my list of hobbies (right there beside "Playing Dr. Mario, watching Lost, mixtapery and fighting evil through benevolent bloggery) because man, I loves it. Do you have any idea how much cool garbage you pass every day? Well, I don't either, but I'm pretty sure it's a lot. Roughly a ton, give or take a few hundred pounds. At first I was all shy about it, checking to see if anybody was watching me basically do what hobos do to stay alive, but I have lost all compunction about stopping my walk to pick up and examine some misguided piece of detritus. Like an awesome Bob's Big Boy paper cup I'll be scanning in later tonight. Or the security envelope that has seen better days. Or the "Found Bird" poster that I pulled off of a garbage can.

And I'm getting good at spotting the primo stuff, too. I am like a Rare Albino Garbage Hawk, swooping down at insane speeds on my unsuspecting prey, clutching it tightly in my talons as it struggles to get free. And then I eat it, taring the flesh, ignoring its cries as my primal hunger is finally satiated ...

Too far again? Sorry. I'll work on that.

Anyway, I [hearts] my Flick account. It is awesome.

The end.


Today's post submitted by Rose, who is also my Flickr buddy. Yay!

1 comment:

rose said...

rare albino garbage hawk... ha ha!