 It's been a slow, flat week so I'll just stick to short sentences. Everything's... just... not happening. Even fucking winter hasn't bothered showing up yet, so I'm calling it seasonal lassitude. Atmospheric enervation. Insufficient Equinoctial Fuckitis. | Again with the Red Angel Trumpet going mad in the front yard during its autumn flowering. I know we shoot this plant a lot but it is especially photogenic. We have this guy and the yellow form below. They are a high-altitude cloud forest species, the most cold/frost-hardy datura, enjoying humidity and sulking in too much heat. Here they stop flowering when the days start climbing into the 20s C. Nice capture by R.  |
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The second most exciting thing to happen lately was waking up with that fucking Sam Sparro song Black & Gold in my damn head out of entirely nowhere, which is especially weird given its vague deistic sentiment and the fact that I don't generally care for soul. It happens about twice a year, then I have to hear it three or four times a day for a few days, and pffff; the urge disappears for another twelve months. I do seriously love the smooth reptilian righteousness of this video, though. It spins a shitty little budget and a mess of tenuous associations into something utterly apposite and weirdly hypnotic, which is something you don't see every day.
I suppose I should be grateful that the most exciting thing that happened to us recently is still illegal in most countries, including this one. This is middle age, bitches; you take your thrills where you can get them.
I suppose I should be grateful that the most exciting thing that happened to us recently is still illegal in most countries, including this one. This is middle age, bitches; you take your thrills where you can get them.
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