Saturday, 28 February 2015
Sarah Moon used to be a model, known as Marielle Hadengue, who turned fashion photographer and changed her name in the 70s. I've never been a model (hahaha), but was very interested in photography in the 70s. Here are some examples of Moon's work in that decade. What impressed me was the ethereal quality of her photos, the large grain making them look like paintings. I still find them very beautiful.
Wednesday, 25 February 2015
The idea for this post started when one of my cousins in Brazil posted a photo of her dog on Facebook a few weeks ago. I've been collecting photos of white animals since then and now I have enough nice pictures for a post. They're quite striking, eh?
Tuesday, 24 February 2015
I follow George Takei and God on Facebook. They post funny stuff, but there are inevitable trolls disrupting the comments. They're everywhere on the internet! Some of the really clever responses to trolls involve another internet phenomenon: cats. I collected a few of the clean cat memes that accompanied the comments. Grumpy cat makes several appearances, of course... and the poor dogs are always at the receiving end. Enjoy!
Sunday, 22 February 2015
CC sent me the last picture, then I came across the others in one of those Facebook compilations. They fitted perfectly together... Thank you, CC.
[I must confess that some of the photos look attractively harmonious, but the one before last, with the two cups, makes me shudder!]
Saturday, 21 February 2015
GrannyJ sent us this joke, which is even funnier because it's that time of the year, when people are beginning to worry about their tax returns... Thank you, GJ.A woman walks into an accountant's office and tells him that she needs to file her taxes.
The accountant says, "Before we begin, I'll need to ask you a few questions."
"He gets her name, address, Social security number, etc. and then asks,"what's your occupation?"
"I'm a lady of the night," she says.
The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, "Let's try to rephrase that."
"The woman says, "Ok, I'm a high-end call girl."
"No, that still won't work. Try again."
"They both think for a minute; then the woman says, "I'm an elite chicken farmer."
The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a prostitute?"
"Well, I raised a thousand little peckers last year."
The accountant says, "Chicken Farmer it is."