It started with an app. An app that filtered photos to make them look like they’d been taken with a tintype camera. I’d never really thought about tintypes, or wet plate photography, much before. It was Victorian families standing stiff and upright; Billy the Kid captured in time; eerily close-up portraits of long-dead people. But … Continue reading On Tintypes
I have already discussed how much I love the photo adventures curated by my partner in crime. We drive around the dark corners of Austin, TX, on a Sunday morning, coffee in hand and something appropriate on the radio. During COVID, these adventures took on more importance as (a) we weren’t going out much, so … Continue reading Austin in lockdown: Public artworks
I just turned 50. This is my level of insight. The only change is on the outside.
No response, as yet. Maybe I can spin this into a Netflix true-crime show.
When I am inevitably forced to create my own coat of arms, this will be in a fancy scroll, in Latin, along the bottom.
A simple Google search provides so many surprising insights into who we are as a people...
An old-fashioned intersection.
Sure. This might as well be a thing.
"Every day" = each day. "Everyday" = commonplace. Honestly, this is not a hill to die on. I just noticed it once and now it seems to be everywhere...
I'm going to need more information before I give you a call, mister.
Small Change on Strangers 