My name is Kablamo von Strudelthumb and I come here from the year, 1987.
These are some magical head LOLs that I have mashed, cuddled and raepd before mysteriously translating them into eye LOLs for the convenience of Lord Salamander.
This is a no hate blog and I strongly believe that DOCTOR WHO and HARRY POTTER are the nectar of the gods.
I only tag a picture under "photography" if it was actually taken by me.
PLEASE, ONLY FOLLOW IF YOU ACTUALLY (for some reason) FIND MY POSTS ENTERTAINING!
I DON'T DO FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW OR PROMOTE FOR PROMOTE! DAT SHIT IS WACK!
I'm sorry if I don't follow back. I'm already following more blogs than I can efficiently handle.
I also have a Tumblr which I dedicate to my lame photography:
Silent Melody Photography
And this Billie Piper one:
Billie Piper
And now there's this one where we ask you to submit photos of your bedrooms: Glimpse of Your Soul
If you want to know a little more about me,
click here.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
This is Australia.
My darling Bert.
This photogiraffe was an absolute fluke. She only looked at the camera as I flashed it in her face super quickly I didn’t look through the lens so I could catch her unaware, and the moment it went *click* she bashfully looked away. I have no idea how it worked out, but good golly she’s photogenic little person.
Little fucker.
When you see a poignant location in you and your maternal family’s life bathed in a beautiful light and you’re having your own moment trying to get a photo of it but it will be a few more attempts before you get the shot you’re happy with and a family member barges in and pressures you into letting them have your camera so they can take one of those uninspiring generic “happy snaps” you get every time you’re together:
And then you get pushed into the car before you have a chance to finish what you had only just started. I love that.
Here, have a photo I took of my nana (Chris), youngest cousin (Meg), and auntie (Linda) yesterday.
People in my area.
Marcus with horsies carved from a tree when we went on our road trip to the south east in 2009.
April 15. Quadriptych.
Some shots from my little porch garden this year. I still haven’t cleaned a spot for the vegetables I got to plant, but everything else is doing well this year. :)
I want to live in there!
Des Shanahan with a 1980s Del Shannon tour poster. He is often mistaken as Del Shannon because of the similar name and talent level.
The ice cream truck that drove past playing ‘O Solo Mio’ the other week. I regret not running out like a child.
Father Christmas.
I took this yesterday morning in my sisters’ back yard. My sisters and I call dried dandelions, Father Christmas’. I couldn’t tell you why, for I simply do not know the answer. It’s just what we were taught so that is what we call them.
What delight we each shared as we made wishes before blowing on the white ball of fluff as hard as we could, just to watch the seeds dance away into the air like tiny little fairy ballerinas. They are such a fascinating plant. Botany is a magical thing.
June 13th 2010.
Dandelions, man. They’re just great. They’ve managed to adapt to survive for 30 million years because of their pure awesomeness. They They’re good for the ecosystem because they bring nutrients to the top for the plants that don’t root very deep and they’re high in nutrients for human people. Everybody should love dandelions.
The look she gets when you have food.
O rain, rain! Wherefore art thou, rain?
It’s going to get up to 30ºC today and I really don’t work well with heat.
GODDAMMIT, RAIN!
I MISS YOU!
I miss you like a person who despises heat and lives for days of rain!
BUBBY WHYYYYYYY MEOWMEOWMEOW!
