Contrary to what YouTwitFace commenters have asked, no, this isn’t Jesus. Okay, he used to be Jesus, but y’all didn’t listen, so this time he quit to play the guitar. Sort yourselves out. His actual name is Estas Tonne, and you can find his music here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0B3Ltqkjgo). Ruebén Llorach, handpan, Granada, España Mariusz Goli, Poland
M and I have begun a new series that we call the Raw, Naked World City Street Photography Ratings, Sadly, we won’t be telling you where to take street shots of nakey folks (although we might if we run across any). However, since we’ve found ourselves carrying cameras and shooting wherever we go, it made…
A bit late, but here nonetheless.
Harlem By Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
“Life’s not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman You only call her a bitch because she won’t let you get that pussy Maybe she didn’t feel y’all shared any similar interests Or maybe you’re just an asshole who couldn’t sweet talk the princess” — Aesop Rock, “Daylight” *Editor’s Note: I am attempting to allow…
I’ve been playing with abstract art. Here’s a first attempt, which I call “Light over Granada” for no reason other than that’s where I started it. P.S. Every time I type “Granada” I actually type “Grandad” first.
Two short videos showing the emergence of the sun over Plaza Nueva and La Alhambra in Granada, Spain. These were taken at around 0730 hours.
… but I love to watch you leave. These were shot in Granada, Spain. The first is the approach to La Alhambra. Come back, Maria, come back. Ah. That was worth the wait, wasn’t it? Thank you, baby.