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My first ever real calligraphy experiment. Kinda sucky towards the end btw.

 

Using The Decemberists' "The Engine Driver".

 

*sorry for the crappy photo

 

Made into tumblr for the past week. Thank you so much! Feel free to add me there.

I'm a county lineman

On the high line, on the high line

So will be my grandson

There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me let me go

  

Notice how unworldly this image is. The colours are deep and bright, and the whole photo looks unrealistic. This is an extreme example of HDR. It works, but this technique can easily go wrong.

Image courtesy of Daniel Raphael Cooper.

Magpie at Banff.

Thanks theenginedriver =)

116.365:

I am a writer, writer of fictions

I am the heart that you call home

And I've written pages upon pages

Trying to rid you from my bones

 

I am a writer, I am all that you have home

And I've written pages upon pages

Trying to rid you from my bones

My bones

My bones

 

And if you don't love me let me go

And if you don't love me let me go

 

- The Decemberists, "The Engine Driver"

...and if you don't love me,let me go.

View On Black

The train goes running along the line,

Jicketty -can, Jicketty -can.

I wish it were mine, I wish it were mine,

Jicketty -can, Jicketty -can.

The engine driver stands in front ---

He makes it run, he makes it shunt;

Out of the town,

Out of the town,

Over the hill,

Over the down,

Under the bridges,

Across the lea,

Over the bridges,

And down to the sea,

With a Jicketty -can, Jicketty -can,

Jicketty -can, Jicketty -can,

Jicketty -can, Jicketty -can…

 

Tonight's show was quite simply, the greatest rock show of my life. It doesn't even matter that I didn't hear this song, or any of the other songs that rank in my top ten favorites of theirs. It was completely fabulous, nonetheless.

 

The Decemberists: The Engine Driver

I'm an engine driver

On a long run, on a long run

Would I were beside her

She's a long one, such a long one

 

And if you don't love me let me go

And if you don't love me let me go

 

I'm a county lineman

On the high line, on the high line

So will be my grandson

There are powerlines in our bloodlines

 

And if you don't love me let me go

And if you don't love me let me go

 

And I am a writer, writer of fictions

I am the heart that you call home

And I've written pages upon pages

Trying to rid you from my bones

My bones

My bones

 

I'm a money lender

I have fortunes upon fortunes

Take my hand for tender

I am tortured, ever tortured

 

And if you don't love me let me go

And if you don't love me let me go

 

And I am a writer, writer of fictions

I am the heart that you call home

And I've written pages upon pages

Trying to rid you from my bones

I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on

 

And I've written pages upon pages

Trying to rid you from my bones

My bones

My bones

 

(And if you don't love me let me go)

And if you don't love me let me go

(And if you don't love me let me go)

And if you don't love me let me go

yashica mat 124g - ilford hp5 400

yes I know you can't see her. but how about that cool mural framing the stage? oh right, you can't really see that either. well there are much better shots. this pic is lo-fi chic.

You got us from Kidderminster to Bridgnorth safely and it is quite apparent that you like your job.

i am a writer, a writer of fictions

i am the heart that you call home

and i’ve written pages, upon pages

trying to rid you from my bones

—“the engine driver,” the decemberists

 

day twenty-three.

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