a young child accidentally ends up in world filled with monsters of different kinds, only to find out the monsters consider the humans dangerous, but the monsters also need to harvest a non-physical source of energy from the humans (screams/laughter/souls), and along the way, the human is accompanied by two monsters, one that is hesitant to befriend the human, but eventually comes through in the end
Perseid Meteors and Stars by Jeff Sullivan Via Flickr: Normally photographers separate out the meteors from the background to create a composite image. I decided to try a few composites where I left the stars in. They trace their path through our sky nicely, like a star trails image, without fully eclipsing our view of the meteors.
This image contains a real reflection, as in all of my images (I consider undisclosed faked reflections to be unethical).
Perseid Meteor Over Slinkard Valley by Jeff Sullivan Via Flickr: The Perseid meteor shower is coming!
This was captured over a BLM Wilderness Study Area on the Mono County/Alpine County border in the Eastern Sierra.
Baseball doesn’t have to feel as monotonous as it’s so often felt. Baseball can make you hang on every pitch. Baseball can bring you out of your seat. Baseball can vault you through the ceiling or drop you through the floor. It isn’t always like that, but if it were always like that, that wouldn’t be special. Sometimes, you have to wade through an awful lot of to get to the Baseball! That makes everything worth it.
When I was nine, I went to Molokai with my family. It was fun. The plane ride wasn’t. We had stops on Honolulu, Maui, and Lanai. The plane from Lanai to Molokai was small and shaky. Bags were taken from the backs of seats. They were opened. They were used. The cabin smelled of sickness. It wasn’t fun.
As we were landing, our motion induced vomiting was put into mild perspective. The pilot alerted us that we were, indeed, flying over a leper colony. Though modern medication has put the disease in remission, former sufferers, and descendants, still live on the island’s sliver of land once dedicated to their plight.
Maybe, just maybe, leprosy resides at the heart of JD Drew’s well-documented physical ailments. It might help explain the vitriolic treatment he is still given (fourteen very productive years later). Jeff Sullivan’s take on a recent call to arms (arms being batteries) by a Philadelphia radio host is the most recent in a long line.
He is definitely a metaphorical leper. Though I shouldn’t spread the rumor. If it were the case, the batteries probably wouldn’t hurt (and he’d have an easier time playing through injury).