Wednesday, November 7, 2012

It's Petrified You Know

When I was originally told that Grizzly Peak in Disney California Adventure was a Giant Petrified Bear, my mind went to the image of a bear standing on a chair trying to get away from a mouse.

Then I finally saw it in person ... AND I WAS RIGHT! You can't see it because of all the trees and dirt but that bear there is standing on a petrified chair next to a petrified mouse on the ground.

View on black or I'll chuck the petrified mouse at you.

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112 Pictures in 2012: Wheel

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Mater The Greater For President!

Don't look at me that way. Are you going to tell me the other two guys aren't cartoon characters too? Besides, my cat can't run for president untli the next election, he's not 35 in cat years yet.

View on black or I'll raise your taxes

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Star Wars

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That Familiar Thump Thump

Star Wars, a set on Flickr.

Star Wars - a photo set by HBMike2000

Carburetor County Pin Trading Association

Deep in the heart of Radiator Springs lies the deep dark not so secret society of Pin Traders. Trying to collect pins to finish their sets or get there favorite characters or themes. This was my destinatation.

I walked up the busy street listening to the sounds of the little town, my lanyard full of manly man pins hanging from my neck. A tiny voice squeeked up from below me, 'Excuse me sir, are you trading?' I looked down, a little girls eyes pleaded with me. I told her yes and she pointed to the one she wanted. I reached up to my lanyard and unsnapped the Lightning McQueen pin and handed it over to her. She reached up and handed me a Cinderella Pin. I continued on my way to the Carburetor County Pin Trading Association.

Soon enough, another tiny voice came from below inquiring about pin trading. A small girl no older than five wanted my Lion King Simba pin. I nodded affirmative and handed it over. With her tiny fist closed, she reached up and as she unclasped her hands asked, 'is this pin ok for trade?' I said yes and took the Sleeping Beauty Pin.

Further on I was stopped. More little girls wanting to trade. I gave up Genie and Aladdin for Princess Jasmine and Belle. There was no stopping, they just kept coming. Jack Skellington left as Snow White was aquired. They were all going. Stitch, Mickey, Tarzan and Buzz Lightyear all traded for Ariel, Rapunzel, Princess Tiana and Tinker Bell. Finally it stops and I am able to make it the rest of the way to my destination.

I stood outside the door, head hanging low, my other half behind me asking if I was going in. I can't, I mumbled. I hear the words, 'For crying out loud, we come all this ...' I spin around facing them, my lanyard full of manly man pins gone, replaced by one with nothing but princessess and Tinker Bell. 'I am NOT going in with this lanyard I exclaim!', as they push me through the door and to my death by humiliation.

View on black or I'LL kick you on Route 66

HSS

Friday, November 2, 2012

DISNEYLAND resort

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DISNEYLAND resort, a set on Flickr.

A Bugs View Of The Cozy Cone Motel

Where do you want to go take pictures at? I hate that question. I never have an answer for it. My mind races with images, thoughts and ideas then I hear those words. Static replaces everything instantly. In my mind is a wide screen TV with snow dancing across the glass. 'We're Here' are the last words heard as my brain shuts down.

The other part I struggle with is how to photograph something thats been photographed a million times and make it different. I've learned for this last part, that you have to SEE it different then all will fall into place.

I knelt down to tie my shoe and as I looked up, I saw the Cozy Cone Motel. I thought to myself, hmmm, thats a little different of an angle and may be interesting. I lifted the camera and went to shoot from my kneeled position when a giant butt cheek from a passerby knocked me completely to the ground. Lying there, arms splayed in front of me, I lifted my head and saw the Cozy Cone Motel again. Wow, I thought, this is WAY better of an angle! I yelled thank you to the person who knocked me down, took the shot, got up and brushed off the entire cast of A bug's Life from my clothes that I apparently squished.

And that is how I go about taking photographs

Don't hold your breath for A Bug's Life sequel anytime soon. My Bad

View on black or I'll hit you with a Fence Picket

for Fenced Friday
HFF

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Dead Man's Party

This dude totally blew the first line of the song, He got 'All dressed up with nowhere to go' wrong.

He's wearing a sombrero and no other clothes. This cover band sucks, this really blows.

I struck him with lightning as he walked down the street then I hit him with something last night in his sleep.

As I ran away from the scene of the crime, I realized I had no silver dollars, so I left two dirty dimes.

I sat in the dark, home all alone, when a knock on my door chilled me right to the bone.

It was the chauffeur come to settle the score, I heard him call out, theres room for one more.

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The moral of the story is ... shoot, I forgot to put a moral in it. Go do what you want after you view in black of course.

Día de los Muertos

112 Pictures in 2012: Represent The Title Of A Song (Dead Man's Party by Oingo Boingo)