American women in American clothes with American hairstyles, born and bred on American soil, sent to live in American "relocation" camps. Oh, sure, they didn't mind - look how happy they all were. No surprise that this photo was originally taken for the U.S. Office of War Information.
Tule Lake Relocation Center, Newell, CA 1942 or 1943 from Library of Congress
Once again, I have to turn to the official description, because the facts are enough.
Somehow, during its lifetime, the poor bird managed to ingest a lace handkerchief, a buttoned glove, a length of rope, a plain handkerchief (probably a man's), assorted copper coins, metal tacks, staples and hooks, and a four-inch nail - a step too far, and the cause of death.
This one is beautiful, but I'm mostly posting it because of a personal connection. For those who don't know, Dog Island is a small, sandy island just off the North Florida coast. There's no bridge, no stores, no cops, just a few houses and a public dock. My friends and I will be spending 5 days there later this summer, if the oil slick doesn't coat the beaches and a hurricane doesn't wipe it clean. A week of pirate life is a good thing.
In a way, I find this an amazingly realistic view of what a human-settled space station might be like someday. Not the specifics, but the fact that we'll bring our fashions and fads with us. 1975 in space looked a lot like 1975 in America, didn't it?
Aspic scares me, but I'm a sucker for meat pies. Also, I hope to someday get to use the phrase "bouquet of prawns" in a sentence. (Aside from that one.)
Disney notwithstanding, Florida has always been an outlaw territory. One suitcase, two guns - what kind of trouble do you think these boys are chasing?
I'm so confused by this one. Okay, so up front we have what the title says - nude girl, box, rabbit fur. In the background, shadowy men and one giant rabbit, unshaved. All around, bits of fur. Okay, explain. Washington State 1930s, photographer Vern C. Gorst from University of Washington Library
It's not the size of the dog in the fight; it's the size of the fight in the dog. Atlantic City, New Jersey 1900, photographer William M. Vander Weyde from The George Eastman House Photography Collection
We really don't talk much these days about the hundreds of thousands who died in World War I. It's gradually just fading into history, another set of dates to memorize and forget. After all, who's going to complain - these guys?
Their tent is a mast and sail - I wonder where they left their boat. The fellow on the left looks a little like my father - I wonder if we are related.
A friend and I saw a sunfish on tv the other day. She didn't know what the weird looking thing was, so I pulled up a few pictures of them in the wild - like a head with fins. This was one of them.
This one made me laugh. Can't you just picture her running straight at him and bowling him over? Great catch, unknown photographer! no stats available from picassoswoman's flickr stream
Nuns aren't a turn on for me, but I'm sort of fascinated by their portrayal in old porn. I have to imagine that this sort of thing came across as extra super crazy dirty at the time.