little bits

my favorite dairy queen. off I-75 in ashburn, georgia.

my favorite dairy queen. off I-75 in ashburn, georgia.

the story of vivian maier and john maloof.  a fantastic discovery and excavation of a photographer’s life (via maloof) that will take years to uncover. 

*home movies*

*home movies*

*holga dip*

*holga dip*

love. this.

love. this.

(via photojojo)

*mary works the fields*

*mary works the fields*

*america the diverse*

i wish i knew the name of this artist. she performed at the castleberry hill art stroll by weaving an american flag from random pieces of (thrift store?) clothing. who the hell knows how old the people are who once wore these threads - if they’re dead or alive, legal or illegal, elephant, donkey, anarchist, or homicidal maniac. it’s all a delightful mystery and makes her creation more powerful. looking at this awesome, hobo flag makes me really despise that a select few assholes are causing such a ruckus these days. insisting we all act “normal,” and forcing us to go to battle for the right to love or marry who we please. well, bullshit, because i prefer my flag worn and tattered, battered and bruised, darkened and lightened, heady and hardy. a flag that has lived and learned and celebrates that we didn’t get here by eating the same flavored fucking ice cream.

*skate the apocalypse*

*skate the apocalypse*

*everyone loves a great looking bush*
had to pull over saturday to snag a shot of this bizarrely shaped shrub. unfortunately, i had to take the picture in front of a group of men working on a truck. they were staring as i got out of the car, so i said, “pardon me, but I’ve just GOT to take a picture of this bush.”
well, we all pretty much cracked the fuck up as soon as the words left my lips, and they continued to snicker as i snapped the shot and jumped back in the car.
as i drove off, i heard one of them shout, “well, it is a good looking bush!’

*everyone loves a great looking bush*

had to pull over saturday to snag a shot of this bizarrely shaped shrub. unfortunately, i had to take the picture in front of a group of men working on a truck. they were staring as i got out of the car, so i said, “pardon me, but I’ve just GOT to take a picture of this bush.”

well, we all pretty much cracked the fuck up as soon as the words left my lips, and they continued to snicker as i snapped the shot and jumped back in the car.

as i drove off, i heard one of them shout, “well, it is a good looking bush!’

*where for art thou innocence*
found out some sucky information on my daughter, today.  she’s going to be 17 in december so there’s not much more time in the nest for her. regardless, you want to do your best to influence them away from stupid choices and keep them on a safe path. i can remember times when she rode horses and chased butterflies. and believed a stick in the back yard could wield harry potter magic. now i’m left with tall tales and spun webs and headaches and heartaches that’ve yet to happen. i need a prescription drug habit.

*where for art thou innocence*

found out some sucky information on my daughter, today.  she’s going to be 17 in december so there’s not much more time in the nest for her. regardless, you want to do your best to influence them away from stupid choices and keep them on a safe path. i can remember times when she rode horses and chased butterflies. and believed a stick in the back yard could wield harry potter magic. now i’m left with tall tales and spun webs and headaches and heartaches that’ve yet to happen. i need a prescription drug habit.