This past week my newborn child, which may appear to be a Pentax 67, stopped breathing for a period of 48 hours. The battery died, leaving the shutter stuck mid release. A new battery was in order, which seemed to be an easy task. Four hours of searching every camera/electronic shop in town led to nothing but dead ends. I had mere hours to refill 67's lungs with air, so there was not much time to curse the heavens for this black cloud above me (and what seemed to be the entire Island). You think I'm gonna let my baby drown that easy? Hell to tha Naw! Off to London I went. A fresh new battery and a little bit of pressure to the sternum was all it took to get those lungs filled. The shots above are from 67's first life, and the its reincarnated state. Very happy to have the 67 back on board!
we've come to kill. we've come to take. we've come not to understand, but to teach.
i awoke to a world not my own. shifted, tilted, gone. they wanted to trade foreign goods, we need nothing.
feel the moss on my feet. a leaf above giving way to the wind. connected. i've risen to protect. i've come to observe. i'll be here till the trees cease to flex. i am human, but i am not civilized.
Cox tried to get in the box during the free kick, fool got denied. Lights out.
Any expectations I could have had for this match were shattered. Being lucky enough to have front row seats, thanks to Sir Nate, made it that much easier to see why this game is so loved by the nation. The surrounding roads are closed before, during, and after the match, cops patrol on horses, and chants are loud and sung by those who want to get under the other side's skin. Through out the 90 minutes, there was never a silent moment. QPR was not expected to win this match, but they whooped dat ass!, scoring three goals to WBA's one.
Watching the supporters board the tube and stroll to the stadium was a sight to see, as if the colors of their team worn proudly on their bodies was the armor that would dress a warrior for battle. I couldn't help but think of scene from 'Green Street Hooligans' while watching what seemed to be the firms of the two teams. Decided not to stick around to see if these scenes really ring true.
we are QPR,
lowt.
oh, p.s., this jam was playing as we sat down, could not have started in a more beautiful way!