Once Upon

i'm also jealous of Heidi Lender's monday project.

puddle & cloud

David Terrazas via sfgirlbybay

Breakfasts du Monde

Hungray? Check out breakfasts from around the world as depicted by Oliver Scwarzwald.

where i wanna be

Pretty As A Cloud

via

Gulp

National Geographic Photo of the Day, James Snyder:

“This is a Cuban tree frog on a tree in my backyard in southern Florida. How and why he ate this light is a mystery. It should be noted that at the time I was taking this photo, I thought this frog was dead, having cooked himself from the inside. I’m happy to say I was wrong. After a few shots he adjusted his position. So after I was finished shooting him, I pulled the light out of his mouth and he was fine. Actually, I might be crazy but I don’t think he was very happy when I took his light away."

via allcreatures

Profiles

Cool photo.... already forgot which site this came from...

Overgrown

What an amazing photographic find. Imagine stumbling upon this. I wouldn't be able to take my eyes off.... or stop imagining the ghosts of the people who once circled the wheel.


Ok, and on an untimely and much less poetic note, this reminds me that I've wanted to complain (somewhere! anywhere!) about an experience I recently had trying to purchase a necklace in the shape of a ferris wheel online. It was so pretty and perfect and reminded me of the boardwalk and summers at the shore. And I was really excited about getting it. I paid $50 to Finch Metal through paypal. I even exchanged emails with Jill from Finch Metal requesting a longer chain, which she obliged (at no extra cost, how nice of her!).

Well, the necklace never came. We emailed again, she said "oh, it must have gotten lost in the mail, because I already sent it. But I'll send you another one." (oh how sweet of her! i thought). I kept waiting, to no avail, ferris wheel necklace never arrived at chez j. So I emailed her again and never ever ever got another response from that sweet Jill lady. True to my lazy form, I didn't complaint to paypal until it was too late to file a dispute, and even truer to my form, I also didn't complain to Bank of America until 62 days after the transaction. Doh, also too late. Would report to Better Business but... well, I'm lazy. So that damn Finch Metal got my hard-earned 50 clams and I never got my pretty necklace. The injustice!!

I've done a lot of online shopping in my day and never has a company charged me and flat out never sent me a product and flat out ignored me after the fact. Talk about the nerve.

In conclusion, Finch Metal ripped me off. Maybe I somehow fell through their cracks, but I'm done giving them the benefit of the doubt. They never responded to my exhaustive (and overly patient) pleas for my necklace and -thereafter- an explanation for the situation. I, therefore, hereby recommend that you NEVER EVER SHOP at Finch Metal.

There, I finally got that off my chest. The irritation of it has been clamped on a rib somewhere in my cage for a few months now. Maybe I can finally stop thinking about it.

photo via ateotl

review finch metal review

Beautiful Lines

by Monica Denevan via lenscratch

More Pretty for My Pretties

simply incroyable.

Jarrett Murphy via a photography blog

Staple City

"cityscape" via as

Speed

"In Toulouse, southern France, the unique metro line is entirely driven by computers. There's no human driver. So you go to the front and see the train's tracks.While chatting with friends, I set the shutter opened for 5 seconds, waited for a curve and click!"


flickr via as

Red Rum

This picture instantly made me think of The Shining. The part when the blood starts pouring out of the elevator. I wonder if that association is the equivalent of a really unsuccessful go at a Rorscach test. The kind that lands you in a padded cube.

c/o lolita

Things That Make You Go

Huh?

If you're going a little blind like me, click the image for a bigger version.

c/o smosch

Bird Confetti Over Manhattan

thx ateotl

Whadup, Prez?

oh? via acupofjo.

Cute on a Stick

Foo's snout. And lower lip. And whiskers. And jowls.

Pretty as a Parapluie

c.o lost soul

Tutu Too

Having spent years 3 through 13 of my life in ballet classes, I adore ballet and everything about it. Including the tutus. Put me in the audience at a ballet performance, and part of me is lost while another part suddenly finds the urge to mooove. To sway, to point, to bend, to extend my limbs to the classical rhythm ("no spaghetti arms!"). Did I just say "extend my limbs to the classical rhythm?" I'm kind of embarrassed, but it's that organic. The sensation is a little odd seeing as I've long since lost most of the grace ballet welled out of me. But the love lives strong.

Guess that's why I immediately went to the "ballet" section of Life's new Google photo archive. These lovely photos show ballerinas at George Balanchine's School of American Ballet back in the day (that ballerinas weren't starving themselves). I've only just scraped the tip of the archive iceberg, but I'm guessing it's filled with many gems.

thx to VSL yet again.

Juxtapose

Gorgeous pics from "Evolution," by Rune Guneriussen c/o ATEOTL.