So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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I am very curios to know what sort of properties Henry has in those bags? I often see him with such plastic zipper bags in quite a few pictures. I always used to have and still have lots of properties in such bags and thus very curious to know. Currently mine those bags are holding some rocks.
He seriously looks deep in thought. Lovely :-).
Is this abuse? I hope not. Just rampant associationism.
:-)
this is why we love B&W for closeups and portrait; color often distracts from, and overwhelms the subject. ya did good!
thank you for sharing,
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And also, I must say that I have 2 favorite Tasmanian lads too - and neither are cartoon characters. Oh, what a wonderful world.
A friend of mine told me a story that he & his wife were concerned that they could not love their second child since they loved the 1st so much. Then they lit 2 candles, and the 2nd burned just as brightly and they knew there was enough love for both.
he looks very fine!
The bags contain various zebras, believe it or not.
And no, it isn't abuse.
My rule is that people can abuse me [preferably in German or Russian], just not the visitors.