Tag Archives: photography

Yohann-Schepacz-art

Friday Smackdown: Beetle Back Slap

6 days ago

We rode all day. The dust, the dirt, the smoke, the buzz–not the kind from drinking their fermented milk, the kind you hear even in your sleep. However, it was…

aaron-campbell-art

Friday Smackdown: Shards of Awesome

2 weeks ago

When the bowls fell against the ground, the silence shattered, the kicks flew and spatters of oatmeal hit those in the blast radius. Any area of exposed skin was… well,…

Laurie-Greasley-art

Friday Smackdown: The Ahhs Have It

3 weeks ago

“Ahh! That’s remarkable!” he says. “Ahh, but did you see what happens when you pop it up like… this!” “Ahh! that is a wonderful popping thing.” And *pop* it went….

zemplinski-art

Friday Smackdown: The Ear Furs Are Tinglling

4 weeks ago

The chalk dust sank in the orbit of a damp atmosphere. No where had we been able to wet the ear furs so quickly, picking up sounds so subtle that…

Jakub-Rozalski-art

Friday Smackdown: Till Agru

1 month ago

The land went on for miles, blocks upon blocks of earth, cobblestone and fire. But food… food was scarce. There were ways we could we could survive. To spare the…

Piotr-Jablonski-art

Friday Smackdown: Tear The Pane

1 month ago

A look out from the starboard bow captured the tide rising against a solid metal grate, consuming the water, but bullet-riddled, tarnished by soot and salt from the escaping burst…

mike-hill-art

Friday Smackdown: Neck Wrecker

2 months ago

Combed hand and hair, the scent was unmistakably everywhere. A sound rose, and on tips, my toes. What was that crooked grin? A blanket of marmosets, scattering about and a…

Dmitry-Vishnevsky-art

Friday Smackdown: The Explode Moment

2 months ago

Crisscrossed, chased and blown by dust blasts that passed the shot of air into her legs as she sprinted by the launch ports, finding enough of the spot-haired lox’s mane…

Pascal-Blanche-art

Friday Smackdown: Ramp the Beat

3 months ago

“Pops a’ribbon,” he says. That’s all the cantankerous old turtle could muster once squeezed from the hole by his tiny titmouse nemesis. They could both dance, but the agile legs…