I absolutely hate having something hanging from my rear view mirror. I think it obscures the view, causes a hazardous driving environment, and is just plain distracting. Although, I find them very neat and interesting. In the second collage, second panel, is a string of flowers. I have seen FIVE separate cars, male and female owners, with the same exact flowers hanging from their rear view mirrors. The panel with all of the car fresheners had at least six hanging from the mirror and then another one hanging from the emergency parking brake. I hadn't seen that before. In the first collage, third panel, I have no idea who's school colors the tassel belongs to but I did notice that the graduation year is this year. I didn't meet this customer, so they could either be around 18 years of age right out of high school or someone around 22 years of age right out of college. It's a nice little mystery for myself.
Pictures exceed at describing something that is too indescribable for words. Of course there are ways words can shed light onto subjects but a picture has a certain way with creating a physical connection to the subject matter. It is easy to say that Alice fell down a rabbit hole filled with a list of things with a list of colors. A step further, a picture can show how Alice LOOKED as she fell instead of how she felt while falling. Words are great but a picture adds a new perspective.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Confession #5
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Every Friday for the past two years, I have been taking my great-grandma to get her hair done at a hair salon called Shear Designs. She has been getting her hair done since she was around 16 years old to the extent that when Shear Designs moved locations, she continued to go instead of finding a different one closer to home. She lives in a home that used to be a hotel so the doors have key cards and automatically lock when shut. So, she will occasionally remember to prop her door open for me. When she doesn't, I have to knock and wait for her to open it. She is old, quiet, and slow in moving. Almost every time her door is closed, I wonder if it'll be the day that she doesn't answer the door.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
A Taste of Method Draw
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Thursday, November 5, 2015
Confession #5
My co-worker and I had to hang a banner on one of the garage doors at work. We had already hung it up and the guys who came to fix the door cut it down. Upon rehanging said banner, we discovered we didn't have enough string. We managed to find a piece of string that was left behind but the other corner was still left short. My co-worker goes "Wait a second" and comes back with a rubber band and tells me "Go at it kid."
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
What's Inside My Car: Stereotypical Female Drvier
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Monday, November 2, 2015
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