Self portrait.
Canon Canonet 28 with expired Fuji 400 shot at ASA 100.
Today my stepdaughter said she was talking to a friend of hers when this friend told her, "Your parents' house smells like a witch's house." We use a lot of various essential oils around our house, and we make our own kombucha tea and water kefir. We don't use any synthetic scents in any of our washing or personal grooming or cleaning supplies. I don't know how much experience this friend has with witches' dwellings, but she clearly has an idea of what she thinks they SHOULD smell like. And apparently, it's us. And, you know, I'm okay with that.
On Sunday I was in our shop at Sherwood Forest Faire, a Renaissance festival near Austin. A family came in with two sons around age 6 or 7. I was wearing my wide brimmed, wool felt Cavalier hat, that's olive green and weathered and dusty. I also had on a thin green wool cloak, wrapped up around my shoulders and pinned in place.
One of the boys says to me, "You look like that guy from Indiana Jones."
I inquired which guy that might be. "Indy's friend. The one who's crazy."
I thought for a moment and realized that he was talking about Harold "Ox" Oxley from Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, portrayed by accomplished actor John Hurt.
So, apparently I look like an older, crazy John Hurt.
Yeah, I'll take that.
This may be one of the most bizarre things I've seen. I mean, the masked nurses aren't that strange, but a "gas cocoon" for the infants is definitely…different!
Three nurses carry babies cocooned in baby gas respirators down the corridor of a London hospital during a gas drill during WWII
I really like so much about this photo. The rain, the tones, the composition. And the old cars.
I also love the P210 Duett.
toropiski:
An old volvo seems to be in good condition!
I love Angie Dickinson. This is cute!