Friday, eleven minutes to quittin' time. The clock seems to have stopped and time becomes a vague concept of miserable anticipation. Ernest Hemingway himself couldn't be more depressing.
OR....
Chuck Norris walks into a bar.
No one else walks out alive.
(sorry, I got caught up in the "walks into a bar" thread earlier.)
Amazing how you can have a phone on your desk for years and never notice the dust until you take a silly whim, a moment of total non-creativity, and shoot a macro. It's sad , really, reduced to this after just one week. I used this pic mostly because it was handheld at 1.5 seconds and still came out relatively crisp.
The smiley face sticker was stuck on my phone by the son of a friend who was visiting his mom at the office. It's been there about six years.
Maybe I'm in a rut...
I a random sticker stuck on my computer at work that's been there for over 3 years and I can't even remember where it came from. Nice shot
Guns don't kill people. Chuck Norris kills People.
Your story is so poetic! I know what you mean about time crawling though... That is a really clear picture for being handheld!! I tried 1/20s earlier and bah! the results were blurry :) KUDOS X 2!!!!
I'm so shocked that the shutter was at 1.5 sec handheld. I think you stopped along with your clock. Friday's can do that, huh? (And I like the Chuck Norris jokes, gotta love it!)
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