300SL Gullwing interior.
365/2: 303. Those of you west of the Mississip will know what this is.
Otherwise, it’s just a graphic study in BW.
Here’s one y’all ain’t never seen.
365/2: 302. Totally spaced on taking a photo today.
This’ll have to do for now.
Another busy morning.
Links in about an hour.
365/2: 301. This, this is what I do to watches.
Anyone know a good Heuer watch repair facility? This is the third mineral crystal I’ve busted, causing ‘rain’ inside the case.
The Atlantic: I Can Never Have Too Many Mechanical Pencils.
I find a 0.9mm is just a smidge thick, but near-impossible to break. So it’s become my go-to mechanical pencil.
My cheat is to use a tubular plastic hanger and pin my neckline with clothespins so the shoulder seams don’t end up with nipples.
Busier morning than I expected.
How often are you going to see an authentic DuPont out on the road?
365/2: 300. Medicinal.
FWx: A Private Tour of the Eerie Abandoned Terminal at JFK.
Merc in Cerrillos.
365/2: 299. Past it.
Forgot to post this last night.
365/2: 298. Post-thunderstorm.
The cottonwoods are pretty much peaking here today and this week. Any rain at all will denude the trees. Some gorgeous yellow specimens all over town right now.
She winked at me.
365/2: 297. Just took off my boots, padded onto the carpet in my socks, and got this in my arch.
Some believe cowboy boots are all pretense. This little bastard is part of the reason for having a pair or twelve. These don’t stick and stay in hard leather soles. My Skechers, however ... pick up every one of Nature’s sharp implements and deposits them with deadly efficiency in any padded or plush floor covering. Not even a bath mat is safe.
How to start a Birdcage in near darkness, in a suit (success was enjoyed).
365/2: 296. Yeah, I’ve lost the thread ...
Been proc’ing so many car pix, I can’t tell good from bad anymore.
Hinted: “Calm breeds calm.” How to handle #stress.
“If you’re always running around with your hair on fire, I promise you’re stressing those around you out and diminishing performance.” Perhaps. After many years in the workforce, I’ve noticed there is a particular kind of person who cannot — will not — calm down until you get as unhinged as they do. If you don’t, they feel you’re not recognizing the severity of the situation and you become a target for their rancor. There’s naught you can do but feign a freakout, and then de-escalate them slowly using the same calmness you would have had otherwise.
Self-absorbed Instagrammer defaces National Parks.
This makes me livid. Most know I spent over half a year working in Big Bend National Park in between years of college. We spent a great deal of our time trying to preserve things for future generations. I cannot even begin to express how impenetrably self-absorbed this young lady is.
I say put her on the Park Service’s lowest payscale job. She works as long as it takes to pay for the remediation of the damage she caused, plus a generous fine. Lives in park housing, eats park meals.
Normally, I’d say she needs to visit a psychologist, but I find hard work often smooths out such narcissism. Working in a park, she’ll learn to appreciate it ... make her work with the public, she’ll learn how obtuse the average park visitor can be. She will experience her behavior as in a mirror, and have to deal with the repercussions. Every. Single. Day.
She must be an example, a deterrent. Otherwise more will follow. More will follow anyway, but a proper balanced punishment will go far to prevent this behavior from spreading.
Okay, kids. Quiz time. What is it?
First person who says “car” gets a virtual knuckle sandwich (wink).
365/2: 295. Very horizontal.
... still ... endlessly ... processing ... images ... from ... Concorso ...
I took a bit of time away; you need that when editing. When I come back to it, I think “jeez, that’s a good shot!”