For those who have not been following: my dog is a little treasure hunter and I am showing some of the objects of his huge collection.
I think this was a rubber duck once. A found one. Hunter adores anything with rubber on or in it. A real fetish dog!
I tried to give him an intact ducky some time ago, but the new one would look just the same as the found one 1 min later. Guess this is the way he likes them. And not just him – guess most of the dogs love rubber ducks this way, because that is always how we find them. Unfortunately the shops have not yet reacted and are still selling ducks with heads and tails. So much for consumer orientedness – shame on them!
Again. I know!
Decisions, decisions, decisions. Things change and make further changes necessary. Like some major revamping on this site.
I have been taking it slowly, just activated the option “leave comments” on the blog a few days ago – and not even for every post. The unavoidable spam is already flowing in… :) Most of the readers of my blog do not write comments and those who write, somehow prefer to write emails – maybe because so far that has been the only way. So let’s see what will happen in the future when I pick up the open threads again.
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It is actually difficult to photograph anything in this appartment. It is dark here. Always. We are up under the roof – near the skys but with small windows only. Very few spots with light – cave like. So without studio equipment – which would be a bit over the top for this – I am actually having a hard time to find the right spots for the objects. But it will do for what I have in mind.
Most people who know me are aware of my little dog called Hunter
What most people do not know is that Hunter is not a hunter but a collector. A very enthusiastic one on top of it all.
His preferences: rubber objects, wood knots and strange plastic things. Last week we had to convince him to leave a pink rubber sex toy behind, which he had found in the bushes and wanted to add to his home collection. You cannot imagine the drama that was.
On the pro side: we do not need to buy him toys as he finds them all in the woods: balls, balls and more balls.
It is not an easy task for him to carry some of these pieces home from wherever he finds them, but he does so proudly, tail straight in the air and totally sure of himself, even if he can hardly keep it up due to the size and weight of his findings – much to the amusement of people we pass. Once he collects something, we have to abort our walk and go straight home so he can put his new object in his treasure box. Is this a dog or what?
I am still annoyed at myself that we did not take a picture of that pink sex toy. But yeah, it was a bit disgusting (one more reason to regret the missing picture). Next time.
Why am I telling this here? Shhhhht … it is still a secret, but I will tell you soon. Promised.
A week ago I won a paperback in Ebay, called The Niagara Story – Pictorial Guide to Niagara Falls, by Raymond F. Yates. This sixth edition from July 1953 (first one is said to be from May 1947) consists of 56 pages of descriptions, illustrations and photographs.
The book proposes three virtual trips, “for the benefit of those who wish to see both the scenic and historical sights at Niagara in a systematic and efficient manner, free from the necessity of retracing steps.” Undoubtedly written for the managers back then …
Thankfully they do include some tips for those who chose to actually go there. I found this one interesting: ‘Please don’t ask for the location of the Indian wigwams’. But my favorit tip is: ‘Don’t try to take pictures with the mist blowing in your lens.’
Together with The Niagara Story came a collection of old jumbo postcards – unfortunately without date – and a surprise set of 4 black and white photographs from an unknown person but with a description on each reverse. If that description is correct, then the pictures were taken the summer of 1939! That is the year my parents were born … Amazing.
The pictures per se are not that great, but the one I like the best is the one on the top right, which was definitively taken by someone who has not read or cared about the tip with the mist.
Forget everything I said about “no more projects”. Yes, I have quite a lot long term projects going on right now, BUT: This one was missing. Definitvely.
“Two Cents”, or “My Two Cents” does not have a specific topic apart from whatever is going on in the world around me. The big and the small pictures. Details that catch my eye but normally would not find a place to stand. It is a humble project with humble pictures. No censorship. Just life as it presents it’s various facettes. It is solely about that. Not more, not less.
I will not force myself into having to take the famous “one picture a day”, but as with few exceptions I actually do take pictures daily, it should not be a problem to come quite close.
Due to circumstances the little slideshow, that I will put together, will be updated irregularly.
When I start taking these kind of pictures, people generally turn away to go have a coffee …
Very practical sometimes. This was in Corsica in 2007.
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Regardles of where I go, I am always fascinated by window-displays and fassades. So I hardly ever come home without some pictures related to this topic.
These pictures here were taken in Cambeltown, Scotland, on the 27th of december 2007.
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As I travel I cannot resist sneaking into shops to take some pictures of the shelves and their contents. Often I just take pictures blindly from the hip and hope they turn out somehow.
I remember reading an advice from Banksy once: “It’s always easyer to get forgiveness than permission”. Sometimes, when it is unavoidable, I do ask. And lucky me, I have not been turned down (yet)!
If I would ask more often … maybe I would get better pictures?!
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Lots and lots and lots of caravans & trailers on Islay (Scotland). It felt so saturated that after the first shots I planned to take further pictures just under very, very specific circumstances. I started late, because I was not the only one interested in the subject and did not want to get in the way. But then, after the trailerpark under the rainbow, I decided to simply go for it. Just for myself anyway. As I had still 3 weeks to go I felt like being on the safe side … but … Once I left Islay, there were hardly any caravans to be seen, let alone suitable ones for what I wanted to do! I took a fair amount of pictures, but I will have to go back there once again for more. And not just there … The thought of living in a caravan is an interesting one. For many reasons.
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