Inconsequent

my thoughts take me downtown
change up at the turnstile
go blind in the traffic
i go about it the wrong way
so what

 

Hi everyone. This is a post for the birds. For the lovers, and the birds in the audience. You’ll see.

Well. There I am! Waiting for breakfast. Same as always.

And here’s Casey. Together we will find them.

This gnarly place isn’t it.

Who are these guys? Not the birds.

Just to confirm; we didn’t find any birds in there.

But we must be getting closer!

Still on the right track.

Pretty right, but it ain’t no bird.

Well those are nice leaves but these plants can’t fly.

Look at you! Wait, false alarm. No birds.

At last! You’re a fine little specimen, aren’t you? And magnificent plumage.

I like flowers too.

These are called Purple Predators, I believe.

Spotted a Casey Bat through the flora.

I like doing that.

That looks like it should taste good. But I’ll let you taste it first.

What do you think of triangles? I think they are pretty great.

Seems cozy. Bet if you plucked all his feathers he’d look a freak.

This plant is saying “I am over here.” Or, I don’t know. If anybody speaks Plant feel free to correct me.

I know what you’re thinking. It has to do with birds, doesn’t it. Don’t worry.

Birdography is all about patience.

Look at this proud little twerp. Who does he think he is? I’m asking that question, because I don’t really know.

Oranges! If you were a little bird an orange is like the size of a hot tub.

I don’t know where this bird has come from or where she’s going. But she will be looking good doing it.

This bird has something to say. I don’t know what it is though, because I can’t hear it and also I don’t speak Bird.

Given the option you should always stand inside the bowl you’re eating dinner out of.

This bird is jumping out of it’s own feathers.

Where you gonna go, Birdy?

Maybe this little bird knows?

But we’ll never know. Because you can’t spend all your time with birds. Unless you can and no one told me.

I want to thank the birds. Thank you for being birds, birds. Shout out to the plants, not to be forgotten.

Hello everybody. I’ll bet you didn’t think we’d be back here again together so soon. You’re just going to have to deal with it.

That’s what the Granville street bridge looks like from my apartment when I take my glasses off.

Broadway and Fraser street fog.

Patient cuppies. Waiting for what’s coming.

It’s okay to keep making the same photo when they’re nice to look at right?

Is that an order?

That was sans tripod… and the exposure was several stops off. Wouldn’t mind trying that one again proper.

Someone has a house that looks like that.

Winding up in Chinatown once again.

Sometimes that means noodles.

And what follows is kind of what happens when you take your camera out for a couple drinks.

I love it when my camera does me such favors.

Mmmmobile sandwich.

Some kind of shame involved here surely.

In our final moments we are comforted by a serenity of sorts.

This blog has people in it.

And the common theme between all of these social events seems to be that I was there. And also a camera.

Who were they? Someone will know.

Challenge me to stand here and not want to take this photograph every time. No wait, don’t do that.

Birthday beer.

Birthday hat!

Better believe it.

These are the last looks.

Goodbye.

Well folks, it’s beginning to be that time of year. Remembrance Day is just around the corner and the Starbucks cups are all turning red.

We have these friendly snowbundles to usher in a bountiful new blog.

That seemed like a cozy place to be. I wanted to be in there from her perspective.

I was fortunate to locate the science section.

A unique selection.

For anyone looking to socket their gear, you might want to consider the amethyst.

Po’ Frosty.

Po’ Santa!

Posey cats!

Homemade brews.

I guess I turned the Christmas dinner table in to an automotive photo shoot.

Cutting birds.

Suddenly dinner is over. I think someone has had their fingers in the jello.

Yup.

You gonna copy off my puzzle?

Casual portraits are the best.

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Time for thoughts.

And more time for thoughts.

Guess what. That’s the last photo I took of 2012. I wonder if I made any photos in 2013. I’ll have to check.