Just do time-lapse of popsicles and also stickers on your face—you’ll get about these results.
Aunt Heather said the same thing about watching Cooper get run over by the school bus this morning: perfect way to start the work day. Is the reply thread not the place for this?
Cooper was a three-legged dog that recovered spendidly from his first traumatic accident, although he was forever digging holes in the yard, a hole-digging compulsion, an odd way of recovering for a dog that had to take special care to dig at all. When airplanes flew over-head he chased them across the sky. This is a mighty blow to the Ohio/Indiana borderscape.
opening a rejection notice at 9am on a Friday is a perfect way to start the work day.
So alert and ready!
to the end of the email to my Russian photo professor constitutes flirtation. I mean for it to. Probably I should take it out.
A half-hour now, love-pains.
I made this popsicle melt. I couldn’t figure out how to work the intervalometer on the camera, so I stood beside the little dude for an hour with a space heater blowing over us, manually popping the shutter every 10 seconds or so. I condensed 311 images into about 10 seconds. I thought at a certain juncture—a mythical mathematical impasse—the popsicle would break open and flood the plate with its colors; that its ruin would enter a quick & luscious phase of exponential melt. Alas, the key lime block of ice was good and frozen, and sank slowly, and sadly, while I haunted it from just above, nibbling carrots and hummus, gawking at its tenacity. I bit my lip pretty hard twice while snacking. All for, in the end, a cliche of time lapse photography. Well.
