Whiskerino 2009

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  • posted: November 12 @ 4:37pm
What if, he thought, it was only two words that separated he and her. What if he waited? What if she came?


mynameisjason says:
this is pretty awesome.
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 4:45pm -
unky Kris says:
Cool shot!
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 4:45pm -
Gavin says:
your captions make my captions feel inadequate
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 4:45pm -
Brandon Hill says:
i'm digging that you're rocking the BW. keep that up till the end, love it!
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 4:46pm -
Ploafmaster says:
This is super gorgeous. Did you happen to duotone this puppy?
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 5:11pm -
brandon says:
I didn't until you asked, @Ploafmaster. CLAME for duotoned alt. And be kind, it's my first time playing around with duotone.
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 5:34pm -
ThatGuy says:
Beautiful shot. I can say that right? Can't think of a better word to describe it.
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 5:38pm -
Ploafmaster says:
It's pretty cool - I think the one you have here is my preference of the two - how did you do the conversion to B&W? It looks rich and silvery, like CLAME.
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 5:40pm -
Ned Kelly says:
im getting tickets to this movie
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 5:43pm -
brandon says:
@Ploafmaster I just played with the levels in Lightroom a bit to get the right feel.
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 5:45pm -
Ploafmaster says:
Well I must say, the right feel it is. Now I'll stop monopolizing the comments on this photo :-)
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 6:28pm -
bananaknuckles says:
great picture.
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 9:09pm -
jason says:
awesome photo...i see your beard still doesn't grow on your neck where the peanut butter used to be.
Posted: Nov 12th, 2009 - 10:14pm -
mOtke says:
Alone in the quiet diner, he sat, waiting for the waitress to refill his cup for the 19th time. He sipped from the black before adding one packet of granulated sugar. The small, metal spoon clanked against the white ceramic as he stirred in the white powder. After a second sip, he stared at the window, wondering if humanity really did exist. The thought about the race, the way his feet slapped against the ground, wondering if he was doing irreparable damage to his back. He thought about the girl. Her hair. Then about his coffee again.

In the distance, a waitress cried.
Posted: Nov 13th, 2009 - 5:26am -
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Whiskerino. fin.