Tag Archives: photography


Friday Smackdown: Hair Bubbles

2 days ago

The bubbles rose in front of our faces, nearly lifting us off the plateau along with the wee furry beasts from whence the bubbles exploded out of their neck hairs,…


Friday Smackdown: Chunk the Clunk

1 week ago

We threw it hard, like we had five arms each and the strength of a cattle-prodded meglephant. It was only a small asteroid, mostly ore, filled with holes growing the…


Friday Smackdown: Snowcone Your Muffinpan

2 weeks ago

The stage went black. More screams were the least of what we wanted to hear, but that’s what happens in the dark, just before thousands of people start throwing snowcones…


Friday Smackdown: Black Tie Bangarang

3 weeks ago

The dust settled, then floated. The air grew thick, rabbit fur and gopher whiskers everywhere. Where did it come from? When had there been such an excess of gophers? We…


Young Design Engineer Converts a 1973 Konica Film Camera into Mirrorless Digital Camera

4 weeks ago

Although the latest camera technologies have allowed both professional and amateur photographers to have more control than ever over their photography techniques, many of today’s camera body designs lack a…


Friday Smackdown: Cuttlefish Backlash

1 month ago

The sea was it. Salty air, stormy waters and if you hung your jowls above the surface as the sun was setting, the tentacles of speckle-throated Cuttlefish gently slap your…


Friday Smackdown: Dark as Ink

1 month ago

Catch them, the wiles, the frozen pots of two. Wrapped¬†and bent around the child, as he bid them to, lift him him up and throw his arrows made of dust…


Friday Smackdown: Sand Imp Shrill Bash

2 months ago

Wet towels and pencil shavings were not the usual waste left by the weekend party crowd. Somehow the sand imps and moss trolls had fastened their battleground to our deck,…


Friday Smackdown: Happy Strands

2 months ago

Blocks were stacked pyramidically across the barren landscape, dust wafting off the rusted surface. Their eastern edges moss-stained, both reaching and stayed by the sun, were the fence we peered…