For the time being, I'm moving my blog over to my flickr account. Entries will simply be attached to photos. Sometimes the entries will be related to the pictures but more often, not.

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North Station. Getting a grip on this thing called 'exposure.'

 

Government Center, Green line.

 

Harvard Sq., Cambridge, MA.

 

Brain [        ]

Barry. Shut the fuck up. ... Seriously.

 

How Ella signs off on my paperwork...

 

It's not my fault that you lost your way.

 

New England rural.

 

Autumn red tree under sodium vapor streetlamp.

 

Just north of Boston.

 

Oasis.

 

Dyson sphere?

 

Harvard Sq., Cambridge, MA.

 

Focus. Something I have none of. =)

 

Watertown, MA, heading home.

From MSNBC:

U.S. researchers said Wednesday they had identified an “on-off” switch in the brain that controls the emotional response to fear, and said it might some day be manipulated to help patients with anxiety disorders.

Yeah, I'm sure helping people with anxiety disorders is going to be the prime motivator of the government when it tries to learn more about this interesting find.

And not, say, the ability to induce fearless soldiers or narcotize it's populace.

Perish the thought.

 

I've been trying to hit this shot for weeks. *shakes fist

 

Tight quarters.

 

My angle on Motif #1.

 

"HE'S SAFE!!"

 

Italian greyhounds are one of my favorite breeds.

 

Gloucester; 25¢.

 

She had a bird on the back of each tricep, too.

 

Lynn. I think.

 

Dusk outside, blinding fluorescent inside. Can't see shit off the glare and you sure as hell can't sleep.

 

I wonder what's behind it...

 

My Winslow Homer ripoff.

 

A small Japanese schoolgirl.

*shrug. I got nuthin'.

 

Ella, waiting for me.

 

When ya gotta go, ya gotta go.

 

Happiest. Meter. Ever.

 

Harvard Square, Red Line.

 

Subway self-portrait.

 

Orange line.

 

Sweedish Chef?

 

Commute.

 

I was kidnapped by some friends/ex-coworkers and made to take pictures of their friend's band under threat of free beer.

 

Sound girl.

 

Tanks. Big shiny tanks.

 

More commute shots. And don't worry. I'll stop doing these soon. They're getting repetitive. =)

 

North Station commuter rail.

 

A tree that's slacking.

 

This explains moths.

 

Someplace.

 

Outside the Fleet Center, Boston.

 

Through a severely scratched, smeared and finger-printed train window at 60mph.

 

Gee, I wonder what this does...

 

Me. Elevator.

 

Looking up in Harvard Sq.

 

Not a fantastic pic but I do enjoy the colors.

 

Roots.

 

Nikki, poi'ing.