FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/2.5, 1/90 sec, ISO1600)
A cab combs the snake,
Tryin’ to rake in that last night’s fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers…
Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.
Tom Waits: The Ghosts of Saturday Night.
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/4, 1/450 sec, ISO400)
“I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.”
Dylan Thomas
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/8, 1/400 sec, ISO400)
They made up their minds and they started packing
They left before the sun came up that day
An exit to eternal summer slacking
But where were they going without ever knowing the way?
They drank up the wine and they got to talking
They now had more important things to say
And when the car broke down they started walking
Where were they going without ever knowing the way?
Fastball: The Way.
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/8, 1/160 sec, ISO400)
But we did nothing, absolutely buttkiss that day
And I say, what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
(With my mind on my money and my money on my BEER!)
I know that life is for the taking
So I better wise up and take it quick (one more time at Trader Vic’s)
Bran Van 3000: Drinking in L.A.
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/8, 1/640 sec, ISO400)
One step, two steps,
Counting tiles on the floor
Three steps, four steps,
Guess this means that I’m a whore
Uh-oh,
Hell no,
How long ’til I reach the door?
Fuck me,
My feet are sore
Pink: Walk of Shame.
FUJIFILM X100S (23mm, f/5.6, 1/1200 sec, ISO400)
A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold
Smooth Operator: Sade.