Governors Island pictures
Jun. 7th, 2008 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmMeanwhile, I know I still owe lots of stories and photos from Sicily.
If you're in a photo here and want more or less informationdivulged about you (name/userid) let me know. I put as little information in as possible to be sensitive to different people's online needs. I should also note I don't know a lot of the people in these photos, some where just random shots that caught my fancy.
via Kat
I break my own heart in this. I'm not sure why.
As we're trying to sort out the ettiquette of asking if we can just lean on the car for a photo, the owner says we can get in it. "I get to drive!" I holler, realizing I don't even know how to look competent in a car. It's small inside, tight, and straight and uncomfortable. It reminds me of the inside of a Cessna.
She's a movie star, isn't she?
The dance instructor.
The band leader. I took a ridiculous number of pictures of him. A fictional corner of my brain became infatuated. Fic may be committed.
Officer's quarters
Windows in the library in the General's quarters
Me in the General's quarters. This whole thing was weird, because you could go look around the first lfoor of the house, with it's nice drapes and all, but it had no furniture, was, in fact totally empty. It felt like house hunting, but of another who and when and was probably one of the weirder moments of the whole day for me. I kept opening up the closets and cabinets like you would do in such circumstances.
A safe in the dining room of the General's quarters.
Hideous municipal art.
Roses.
The less glamorous housing.
My one Descensus shot of the day.
The first time I walked by this church it did nothing for me. The second time, it kind of choked me.
So we went inside. All the pews had been removed. The only thing there was this child's chair.
The child's chair. I could not get the lighting right on this shot, so I hope you can see it.
What is it with me and sad tree shots?
The end.
Kat took this one. She's good, yeah?
If you're in a photo here and want more or less informationdivulged about you (name/userid) let me know. I put as little information in as possible to be sensitive to different people's online needs. I should also note I don't know a lot of the people in these photos, some where just random shots that caught my fancy.
via Kat
I break my own heart in this. I'm not sure why.
As we're trying to sort out the ettiquette of asking if we can just lean on the car for a photo, the owner says we can get in it. "I get to drive!" I holler, realizing I don't even know how to look competent in a car. It's small inside, tight, and straight and uncomfortable. It reminds me of the inside of a Cessna.
She's a movie star, isn't she?
The dance instructor.
The band leader. I took a ridiculous number of pictures of him. A fictional corner of my brain became infatuated. Fic may be committed.
Officer's quarters
Windows in the library in the General's quarters
Me in the General's quarters. This whole thing was weird, because you could go look around the first lfoor of the house, with it's nice drapes and all, but it had no furniture, was, in fact totally empty. It felt like house hunting, but of another who and when and was probably one of the weirder moments of the whole day for me. I kept opening up the closets and cabinets like you would do in such circumstances.
A safe in the dining room of the General's quarters.
Hideous municipal art.
Roses.
The less glamorous housing.
My one Descensus shot of the day.
The first time I walked by this church it did nothing for me. The second time, it kind of choked me.
So we went inside. All the pews had been removed. The only thing there was this child's chair.
The child's chair. I could not get the lighting right on this shot, so I hope you can see it.
What is it with me and sad tree shots?
The end.
Kat took this one. She's good, yeah?
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Date: 2008-06-08 04:31 am (UTC)I don't know who your stunning passenger is, but once again you seem to have won.
Also, Cessna has two ses in it.
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Date: 2008-06-08 04:32 am (UTC)Thanks for the typo check. fixing.