Hey everyone!
I’ve added a number of new prints to my shop, including some of my most recent shots. Check it out homies! Oh and it’s free shipping if you’re in the US, so really, how can you pass up on a deal like that?
Also, if there’s a photograph you’ve seen on here that you would like to buy, shoot me a message! I’d be happy to make a listing just for you.
“Night Sky,” Andrew Bird’s post-Noble Beast live favorite (formerly known on Fingerlings 4 as “The Sifters”), finally got the studio treatment via Norman, a coming-of-age film hitting theaters this month that boasts an original score by Bird along with contributions from Wolf Parade, Chad VanGaalen, and Richard Swift. As of today, the entire OST is streaming here — complete with beautifully arranged instrumentals and a few vocal tunes, such as “Arcs and Coulombs” and the aforementioned standout cut featured above.
Best lines:
What if we hadn’t been born at the same time? What if you were 75 and I were 9? Would I still visit you? Bring you cookies in an old folks’ home. Would you be there alone?
(via andrewbirdsjaw)
That’s right tumblr, I’ve started an etsy shop with my photography. Would you be interested in having any of my prints decorate your space? Well you’re in luck, because the size of each photograph is fully up to you. 8.5x11” just not what you need for that section on your wall? Let me know, and we’ll work out a new order and price for you.
Also, if there’s any photo I’ve posted here on tumblr that you would really like to see as a print, send me a message here!
Thanks guys!
So there I was at work today, second day on the job, taking notes on a pile of prints from the collection. I was studying each image intently, though it wasn’t necessary for the issue at hand and more just because I was nerding out over each spectacular shot. These images definitely deserve to be in a museum.
Anyway, I come across a lovely shot of trees where sunlight and shadow are playing across the whole scene, and I flip it over, record the accession number and the artist’s last name, Adams. I’m about to continue on to the next photograph in the stack when I take notice of a stamp on the back.
And realize I’m holding an Ansel Adams.
And freak out.
My entire job is a never-ending freak out concealed beneath a calm, collected demeanor. HOW AM I DOING SOMETHING THIS COOL. I don’t even believe it.
Oh and then this Dorothea Lange came along like it was no big deal:
…and the insane excitement is still continuing.
So far, starting at 8 AM, I’ve heard:
-Yelling.
-Laughing.
-The sounds of heavy objects being...
DOES THIS PICTURE OF ME AS A KID ANSWER YOUR QUESTION?
I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of...
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Atlanta, GA
I was here, and it was awesome. I will never cease to be jealous of Annie’s kickass guitar playing.
