Rebloging my photos that have been tumbled by others

 

sabrielarthur:

Tribeza Fashion Show by Steve Hopson on Flickr.
Via Flickr: Kendra Scott Jewelry at the Tribeza Fashion Show, Austin Texas, September 29, 2011. * The full set of photos from this event can be seen:  here.  Copyright 2011 Steve Hopson, www.stevehopson.com Please no use without license.

sabrielarthur:

Tribeza Fashion Show by Steve Hopson on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Kendra Scott Jewelry at the Tribeza Fashion Show, Austin Texas, September 29, 2011.

* The full set of photos from this event can be seen: here.

Copyright 2011 Steve Hopson, www.stevehopson.com
Please no use without license.

Cristina Scabbia of Lacuna Coil performs at ACL Live at the Moody Theater, Austin, Texas, March 3, 2012.Photo copyright 2012,  <a href=”http://www.stevehopson.com” rel=”nofollow”>Steve Hopson</a>.Please no use without license.

Cristina Scabbia of Lacuna Coil performs at ACL Live at the Moody Theater, Austin, Texas, March 3, 2012.

Photo copyright 2012,  <a href=”http://www.stevehopson.com” rel=”nofollow”>Steve Hopson</a>.
Please no use without license.

leftonbricks:

I recall the first time I saw Leslie… it was at the corner of Rundberg and Lamar. Against my mother’s wish I looked back… unlike the persistance of time which stops and looks back for no man.

leftonbricks:

I recall the first time I saw Leslie… it was at the corner of Rundberg and Lamar. Against my mother’s wish I looked back… unlike the persistance of time which stops and looks back for no man.

graspthesanity:

5th February 2012
Let me fall asleep in your arms As you won’t be able to carry me during the day When I stalk you behind the stage And a love which is not meant The lyrics stick to your head, not too good with a pint and an empty home. The kids are over at Karen’s and Alison’s pink seems like a glossy anthem to her lost love as well as I let her in and she looks older, I look older and so do all the faces which listen to me. It feels as if we’re all getting slowly dragged into death to be erased like chalk from the board only with feet, as our arms are gone.

graspthesanity:

5th February 2012

Let me fall asleep in your arms

As you won’t be able to carry me during the day

When I stalk you behind the stage

And a love which is not meant

The lyrics stick to your head, not too good with a pint and an empty home.

The kids are over at Karen’s and Alison’s pink seems like a glossy anthem to her lost love as well as I let her in and she looks older, I look older and so do all the faces which listen to me. It feels as if we’re all getting slowly dragged into death to be erased like chalk from the board only with feet, as our arms are gone.