My street after a rain.
eddie.
Too many turtles.
We’re up to the max limit again with the turtles. When we moved in there were two red eared sliders and now there are 5 red eared sliders and one black one. I don’t know what kind he is. Anyhow, I took a photo of all 6 of them laying out on the rocks like they do every day. 2 on the left, 4 on the right. Sometimes I throw them some celery on their rocks. They seem to like that.
Galaxies with yellow eyes.
Pavement has a song called, “Texas Never Whispers” and it’s one of my all time favorite songs. I guess because it’s so simple and the lyrics flow together so well and it seems so naturally crafted. Anyhow, in one portion of the song Steve Malkmus sings
Galaxies w/ yellow eyes, bleach a daisy second prize
Cherry picking vagrants, my dashboards locked I guess I feel fine
What does all of that mean? It means nothing other than randomly associated images. I do have a suspicion though, if you’ve flown a kite then you are familiar with the standards and one of the most old school kites is the Gayla Sky Spy. I used to live in an apartment complex in Houston and across the field was a kite manufacturing plant. I don’t remember the name of it, but a bunch of kids who were older than me broke into the plant one night and stole a bunch of kites. Almost every kite they lifted was this standard white with yellow blood shot eye designed kite that is in the photo. Who the fuck thought this would be a good design escapes me, but I’ve seen this kite in circulation for at least 30 years now. I see them every year at the kite festival. It’s got two yellow eyes with a cursive font reading, “Gayla Sky Spy” above the eyes, but the the font is done in such a way that from a far it kinda looks like the word “Galaxy Spy”.
So the next time you hear that song by Pavement and he sings “Galaxies with yellow eyes” this might be what he’s talking about. I took this photo this weekend at the Austin Kite Festival:
Waxwing invasion.
I woke up early on Saturday and was out in the shop when around 7:30 in the morning my wife comes out and says, “Come look at all the birds that have invaded the pond!” I said, “Those are just doves, they do that every morning.” She said, “No these are different. There are hundreds of these yellow birds in every tree around the pond. My mother says they’re waxwing cedars.” Sure enough that’s what they were and there were literally hundreds of them. It was quite an amazing sight as they bathed in the waterfall and skittishly bound from limb to limb. I tried to take some photos, but once they saw me through the window they got scared. These birds usually hang out in southern Canada. Unfortunately, this is the best shot I got of them:
Red Gold
Today I was sitting outside watching a hawk flying around and I thought to myself, “I’ve never taken a really nice picture of a can. I’m going to do that tonight when everyone goes to sleep.” Well, I held true to my word. Here’s a pretty good photo of a can of diced tomatoes. I hope you enjoy this. You better fucking enjoy this photo of a can of diced tomatoes.
Acres Homes, Houston
L to R: My cousin Jackie, my brother Eric, my Meemaw, me. We used to stay with her quite a bit.
Photos
Uncle David.
Pool party 2011.
My godfather. On the left.
The Alamo.
Ila Lighentin’
Pixy in her bed. In blue.
Avery and Frosty.
Snake hunting. 2012.
My father packing up his bow.
Cleaning my blackbuck.
Where Jack-o-lanterns go to die.
You served us well Jack-o-lanterns. Now back to the earth with you.
Creek photos.
My brother and I walked down to the creek by my house and snapped a few photos of the creek. Here’s 3 from that day:
Waking dream.
I spend lots of time on airplanes, especially lately. I always get nervous before getting on the plane, then I get on the plane and I’m fine. I don’t enjoy stewardesses or stewards and many times I am rude to them because they are instantly confrontational or demanding. I try to sleep as much as I can if I don’t have to prepare something for whomever I’m going to see. Sometimes I will wake up while in flight and I think I’m dreaming or I’ll dream in flight that I’m at home. Sometimes when I’m in my bed at home I have dreams that I am on an airplane and I may be watching a movie or looking out of the window. I’ve had dreams in my bed at home that I’m on a plane and I’m asleep and I’m having a nightmare and I can’t wake up. This makes everything confusing and lessens the experience of flying altogether. Here’s a photo from real life, but I changed it to look like what it looks like in my dreams / half awake dreams sometimes. Or a recent time. I can’t recall.
Photos
Photos from my iPhone and changed in Photoshop.
Apollo Burger in Salt Lake City, Utah
Eddie w/ trash art in the woods.
Airbrush art on van in Milwaukie, Oregon.
Goose / airplane photo combo.
T-Rex @ Peter Pan golf in Austin, TX.
iPhone Photos
Cleaning out the iPhone and thought I’d post some photos from there:
3 Little Birds
Shooting
That's right.
Gene painting his house.
Snowboarding 2011.
Renters clean the backyard @ Bundyhill.
Avery posing.
Van Horn, Texas
Last Fall two friends and I went on a trip to Van Horn, Texas, but I lost my video camera with the footage I took from the trip. Here are 5 photos from the trip that John took and sent me. I’m posting them today because I’m getting the itch to make another trip.
