I sometimes wonder why there seem to be a lot of artists in Frenchtown. I discovered why after some recent rains. It turns out they are native. Many of them are still in the early aquatic larval stage and are unrecognizable, but as they grow and mature you can tell what they are.
At a certain point in their development they suddenly lose their gills and rise to the surface. It can be a difficult process suddenly losing your ability to breath. But they somehow figure out they just need to come to the surface and get out of the water.
Often they have clothes on. I called some ichthyologist about this to ask why and they hung up on me.
Maybe they didn’t know either and were embarrassed.…
There was a time when horses ruled the street. Lashed to carts and trained to drag them around. I came across this historic photo recently. I am not sure how far it dates back. Maybe to the very early years of photography. The hand coloring is amazing. You’d think this was a modern photograph.
Back when it was taken, photography was modern. Advanced. State of the art. This gives us insight into times long gone.
I can only see a small portion of the streetscape but I think this was taken in Frenchtown or maybe somewhere else. I wonder if this guy was in town for some coffee. Did they have take out back then?…
Flamingoes are a lovely bird. Especially pink ones. I can’t think of many pink birds, especially around here We got red, and blue and yellow but no pink. Flamingoes get their color from the food they eat. Food such as diatoms, algae, tiny mollusks and crustaceans.
Flamingoes are not native to this area but many people keep them as pets. I see them often standing in people’s yards. Most flamingo owners know about the pink thing and buy special food for them. But some just let them graze on whatever they find. What they eat becomes their pigment. I live in a pretty conservative area and see a lot of these.
The great architect, Aljusta Senioritis, has been turning the residential housing market upside down with his innovative designs. Some of his more well known homes are the gothic cube-dome for Tredwiller O’Connell and the ghetto revival tenement built for rapper E.J.L.M.O. Jammtoe on his private island in the Bahamas.
Less well known are some of earlier works. While traveling in rural PA, I came across this house and immediately recognised his federal farmhouse beach cottage. It was quite original and even had high water flood lines inside the beach cottage part and dank musty smell in the farmhouse.
I can’t wait to see what he comes up with next.…
There are some places on Earth where gravity is light. They are just tiny spots, not huge regions (that would be physically impossible). And they are dangerous. You wouldn’t think a small spot of light gravity would be a problem, but that may be because you’ve never stepped on one.
I thought maybe if I did, I would just float a bit until I drifted to an area where gravity was normal. That is until I actually witnessed what happens. It isn’t so peaceful as I imagined. It’s shocking and violent. We forget that the earth is spinning at roughly 1000 mile an hour. That is a LOT of centrifugal force. Image being on a merry go round going that fast.
If you step on a light gravity spot you will be flung, and flung far so hang on!…
A wedding photographer once told me he could predict the likely outcome of a marriage by how the couple acted on their wedding day, especially right after the ceremony. I done photographed a lot of weddings since hearing that boast and got the sense that, yeah, there definitely are telltale signs of impending discord. Sometimes it’s the body English.
I even started seeing it during engagement shoots, like this one. Makes you wonder. If I had doubts about a couple’s marriage during an engagement shoot or on the wedding day, I made sure I let them know. I’d also inform the parents, the officiant, the people in the wedding party. If they had that part about does anyone object, yada, yada, I would boldly speak up. I wanted to make sure everyone knew.…
This just showed up, painted on the side of a building. At first I thought it was just some graffiti. Nicely done, but just graffiti.
Then something seemed familiar. It began to make sense. I could see patterns. That was when I realise that this was the solution to the Unification Theory, demonstrating the direct relationship between time, matter, gravity and pizza. Mathematicians had been searching for this for years.
I got in touch with professors at Stanford, MIT and Princeton who were eager to see this for themselves. They all congregated to examine the solution and agreed it truly was proof of the Unification Theory.
Including the pizza.
I planned to publish a paper on this in the Journal Nature ( it was very interested) but figured I’d just do a blog post instead (less work). I think it’s been already been painted over.…
I don’t know how archeologists figure out some hieroglyphics. While many are pretty straight forward, like a silhouette of a hand or a bunch of two legged stick figures stabbing a four legged stick figure, some are more obscure. It’s not just the ancients who used hieroglyphics. There are still plenty in use today.
Some of them I can figure out but some just baffle me. …
This is not how I would do it. Hell no. No one gets a free ride except me. Put me in that comfy driver’s seat and let the faithful servants take me where I want to go. This is just backwards. …
Other people, especially those with strong opinions, seem to think they know what’s best for us. They see us heading in what they think is the wrong direction and impose their wisdom upon us. The best thing to do is ignore them.
But then again… what if they know something we don’t know? What if, what if that insightful person is not real, but instead an avatar sent to advise us from another dimension? What if we are not being advised by an ignorant, obnoxious, loud-mouthed, overbearing, annoying, smelly, crumb-spewing troll but instead a mystical sage sent to veer us away from disaster?
Just ignore them. It’s more likely a troll. …