Men at work

Psychologists and psychiatrists make big deals out of “association”…

I saw this scene and thought to myself that the reflective safety vests reminded me of the song YMCA by the Village People, then that led me to thinking about Men at Work, the band that sang “Land Down Under”… do you think the pipes being put “under the ground” is an inference as well?

Don’t know what psychologists or psychiatrists would make of me, but for now I’ll avoid seeing any.  and I should probably avoid the Canje area for a little while too 😀

This isn’t a great photo, but ever since I took it I’ve been thinking that I still like it for some reason… so I finished the processing and uploaded.


Canon EOS 60D, Sigma 17-50mm  |  Uncomposed moving shot.


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2015 Deck – Week 08

Each week it is hard to make a choice of a photo for the Deck Project, mostly because its hard to separate the emotion involved with the image at the time of it’s being taken and the merits of the image itself, but for Week 8 of 2015, I think it’s mostly because I think to myself that I came away from that week, which was mostly Mashramani images, with what I thought of as very uninspiring and “average” images.

Seven weeks later and I was finally able to look at them and chose one that I felt was different, or maybe just not the “usual” of the crop.

Am I happy with it? Yes.  There are quite a few that I’m happy with, but it seems to me that I now want a little “more” from my images than just the “pretty picture”.  I’m not there yet, but I’ll keep trying.

Context:  this reveler was very close up behind the truck, it was 3 in the afternoon, although the sky was partially overcast, the sun was shining nicely down on the parade at this point.


Canon EOS 60D, Canon EF24-105mm f/4L


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And the Angels cried…

…for Joan and Jerry; Jewel, Jade and Gem

One little angel, said “goodbye” to the two,
“I’m returning to heaven, I won’t make it through”
“Stay with us, we’re three” said they to her,
“Wait let us touch, our mother, our father”

Outside, a Guardian Angel said “It’s time, let her go,
It will soon be your time, your parent’s touch to know”
The little one left for the heavenly gates,
Her sisters embraced, together faced their fate.

Their time had come, outside they came,
their father and mother, crying their names;
Loving hands upon their skins, tears from their parents eyes;
but our Father called to them, back through the skies.

The Guardian Angel said unto the little ones;
“Go back to the Father, with your mother I must stay,
the Father needs you, the world has need of her,
return unto Heaven, and for her, you should pray”

The two then returned from whence they had come,
to be reunited with the other little one;
The mother and father wept, three little ones had died,
In Heaven, three angels embraced, and the Angels cried.