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Ephemera; or, the minor transient details of everyday life.
Mostly photographs made while biking or hiking.
Jim/James
Banner - Graffiti reading "Do Wat feels Bien or Don’t” in Oaxaca, MX ~2014.
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Love the framing. Beautiful image.
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What a beautiful boy and what a wonderful thing.
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If I was in a car, would I have even noticed, & how would I have stopped (busy road) to check if I did?
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What a nice story. I was riding once & saw a woman jogging the other way, & guy slowly pedaling his bike next to her talking "at" her. (from my perspective) To be safe, I u-turned to ask if she knew him. It was her bf, he hated running, but didn't like her running alone in the dark in that area.
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Legal but not ethical.
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Ha, yeah. I was definitely on the lookout for any "rogue waves" and only left the bike there long enough to give it it's glamour shot.
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I'm sorry you lost Austin. I lost my girl almost 5 years ago. 21.5 years together. I used to insert her name (Derwyn) into songs. Still do sometimes w/o realizing. I can't hear Wonderwall and not choke up. "Because maybe, you're gonna be the cat that saves me . . . Derwyn's my wondercaa-aat".
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If I've forgotten, or not got the peanuts out early enough, they'll stand and stare at me thru the window, and when they see me get up, fly to a nearby tree to wait. I worry what'll happen when we're out of town for a week. Also that obvs can't use that planter for veg anymore.
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I wfh, and a couple weeks ago, I saw a crow hopping around the planters looking for a snack. Didn't find one. So I went out and puts some peanuts in one. The crow was nearby and saw me, and swooped back after I went inside. So began my daily feeding of the crows. I have two regulars now.
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Last spring cleaning out the planters on our deck I found a bunch of buried peanuts. This explained the mystery as to why I'd find bits of beg uprooted and tossed aside. I eventually connected the peanuts to a woman I see daily feeding crows nearby on her morning walks. We were a crow peanut bank.
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I can feel my fillings coming out just looking at it.
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You just need to leave them/us alone to live our lives the same way they/we leave you alone to live yours.
I swear to god their are so many people where it seems they are so insecure their whole worldview falls apart if they see someone making different choices than them.
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It's so depressing to have to keep explaining this over and over. Just b/c gay marriage exists doesn't mean you have to get gay married. Just b/c trans people exist doesn't mean you have to be trans. Just b/c bike lanes exist doesn't mean you have to bike to work uphill in winter.
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Love the lines and the color transition.
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I recognize that pose. My cat didn’t know the ecstacy of lying on a radiator till we moved to NYC when she was 11. My apts till then had radiators but none with covers. I had to buy a cat heating pad for the months when it wasn't on so I didn’t get the sad & confused ’Where is warm go?” look.
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Thank you, Congressowman.
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I've hear he loves a good blooming onion now and again.
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I didn't remember this was Canadian. But 9 year old me probably only had a vague idea of what a Canadian was, other than they talked funny.
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And exhale:
The past is still the past
A bridge to nowhere
Everything that happens is from now on
Let the kindness of forgetting set me free
If I make it thru today, I know tomorrow not to leave my feelings out on display
All my lies are only wishes
I know I would die
If I could come back new
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More seriously
Laugh
Jesus rides beside me
He never buys any smokes
He said it’s all in your head
I said so’s everything but he didn’t get it
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
One baby to another says 'I'm lucky to have met you'
I don't care what you think unless it is about me
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Peaches come in a can
They were put there by a man
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🎶Patterns of light
on the video screen
images bright
flow in an endless stream
bits of information
logic black and white
bits and bytes of information
turning darkness to light🎶
Never got beyond BASIC but this song is burned into my brain from 2nd(3rd?) grade.
youtube.com/clip/UgkxR4T...
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Beautiful image.
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I mean, when I was a teenager, I think I probably believed every time I thought of something for the 1st time it was also the first time anyone in history had had such a thought. But the I read a book, or maybe two.
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Ha! was about to post this myself, as it's what goes thru my head every time one of these guys opens their mouths.
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thanks for making me gol (guffaw out loud) and then immediately shut my laptop and tell the startled, related to me by law people in the room "Oh, I just saw that video from forever ago again of the kid who says blood. Remember, the kid who keeps saying 'blood'?" Yeah, I was laughing at that.
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I'm reading The Quiet Damage right now and yeah, this all sounds like a bizarro version of what those people believe, bizarro in that it's real.
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22 yrs ago, my gf had window air unit dangling by its cord out a window which cord was wrapped around her pinkie till it fell(long story). Emergency room gave her 2 Tylenol, a finger brace & a bill for $900. Few yrs on, she broke the other pinkie sledding in Tahoe, lucky we'd saved that $900 brace.
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Music is a mnemonic device for my life. Who relistens to podcasts, but I'll be standing in line at 7-11 & some song about hearts & blenders comes on & suddenly I'm sat at a desk in a Chicago office, 3am, Q101 on the radio, just out of college pointless temp job , full of 23yo me feelings. Magic.
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It drives me absolutely bonkers that I'm more nervous to park my bike for any length of time, even in broad daylight on a busy-ish street, than I would be to park a car (if I had one) on a dark street in the middle of the night. It's a big obstacle to using our bikes for anything more than errands.
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I'll put more peanuts out there tonight and hope they come back again tomorrow. If nothing else, maybe 2025 can be the year I make friends with a corvid.