“The animal’s movements are programmed to correspond to the speed of the car: as the car moves, the animal runs along it speeding up and slowing down with the car, as the car stops, the animal stops also…”
There’s a video of this in action at the above link — it’s way cool.
Woowoo first earthquake. I’m on the eighth floor of a new building in Century City with rollers under the foundation. Felt like a wave rolling under a large boat. Everyone just sorta froze and looked at each other, except one of the agents who went into her office and broke out an expensive bottle of wine.
Sometimes, someone out of the blue starts following you, so of course you have to go check them out. (I’m nothing if not a voyeur.) And maybe you have to go back two or three pages on their tumblr to see if your interest is piqued enough to follow them.
Mom:If I were to give you your father's Hasselblad, what's the first thing you would do?
me:Take a class
Mom:No. The FIRST thing.
I can't believe it. For as long as I can remember, I have loved my dad's camera. Every time he'd use it, which was ALL the time, I can remember being completely fascinated by it. I think it's where my love of photography first started, and it's the only thing of his that I have ever wanted.