From my "Flickr Profile":

Oakland-San Francisco Bay Area +.
Still-straight-street picture hunter-gatherer.
Self-defining communist.

Stop neo-conservative/liberal capitalism.
With a Nikon D80 w/28-105 macro ?!

Do what you do.
I don't use photoshop.
With iPhoto I can fiddle like in old-darkroom-days.
Love.
Bill.

My pictures are for sale for 99$ + costs.
No more edition prints.
Any size you choose to 42" by X". Ink-jet.

The Padded-One in Space.

Marc James Leger Les Avenues Cosmiques:

"An Interview with William Thacher Dane Le Boulevard"

unholy-fun.

Coming soon:

The Nick Powers Internet Company.

Sweet-song

Bo Carter

He may have written this when he was 99:

My Pencil Won't Write No More

"a small evolutionary-devolutionary tale continues:"

Please cursor here.

Have not felt this since 1947*

My homie flew back-in

My message on her leg

Ate and flew out-there

Free as a bird

Love

Comrade Bill

http://billdane.com/sales.html

*I have already been reminded

that I've had this feeling since

many times in many contexts.

Wondered over the years

Who would I 'be'

If I were a $picture-star$

Nothing but denims ?

$99. unlimited-editions ?

99%er ?

Evolved into what ?

Thank you Doctor:

"whenever I hear the word entitled

I reach for my manifesto"

He also sent me this direct-hit:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RViHHn8RpE

Flickr for us-all:

Until Nick (lofisymphony.com/) and I started building

The Website together in 2007 (and on it goes)

I rarely looked at other's art & pictures.
'69-'71 Atget-Evans-Frank-Diane-Gary-Lee + were 'digested' ?
I set up low-budget homing (ignore my bio-facade) underground.

The goal has always been to have my pictures well-seen.
Mailing picture-cards from day-one = pleasure-filled

But to a way too limited audience.
The amazing internet led to "Bill Dane on the internet."

And then this "Flickr-Photostreaming".
Hot f---in' what I didn't know I was waiting for.

Hello, pleasure-connectors = receptors-reciprocators-comrades.

So! I was lucky to have you pass thru my Flickr & to find yours.

MP&TLFS:

MajorPowers.

Unholy.

I genuflect.

My pleasure.

"Appropriation Art":

I.E., pictures of faces-trees-sunsets-+whatever
Just behind TheGoldenRule-Cleanliness-+
This "Bill Dane on the internet." is full of it !
My Flickr "Photostream" is piled high !
Yakety yak .. don't talk back.

All that matters is size and control

Huge large medium small tiny

The rest is commentary

Hillel 10AD ? 45k years-earlier ? 2012 AD+.

We must know this:

"Capitalism Hits The Fan"

Richard D. Wolff

(U. Mass, Amherst)

Thank You

Norman Lam .welcomes me into his gallery +

This is an amazing adventure pleasure

I loved doing the postcards .bbut now

I can connect pictures with so many people

This feels as egalitarian as possible

Thank You Norman

Good luck to all of us .Bill

Seeing Is Amazing

James Danziger's school:

This Year In Pictures

Miles Davis

American

Thanks to PandoraFreeOnlineRadio

Where you can find your-own:

Throughout a professional career lasting 50 years, Miles Davis played the trumpet ... Davis was the son of a dental surgeon, Dr. Miles Dewey Davis, Jr., and a music teacher, Cleota Mae (Henry) Davis, and thus grew up in the black middle class of east St. Louis ... (He went to) the Institute of Musical Art in New York City (renamed Juilliard) in September 1944. Shortly after his arrival in Manhattan, he was playing in clubs with Parker, and by 1945 he had abandoned his academic studies for a full-time career as a jazz musician ...

In 1955 cousin Surry drives us to San Francisco

Miles Davis is at The Blackhawk (Turk n Hide)

We are 16 ..ffake ID's ..imagine

BreakTime .. Miles comes to beside me at the bar

We drink whiskey and smoke Luckies

"How do you know jazz" (Lil-baby-face-white-boy)

Chance Magic StringTheory Whatever ?

I say things:
Facebook

We can hope that The 2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11%ers

Figure out how high-up the 100% pyramid We actually are

And how close to homes this is coming

How can we have a real democracy

When we have to pay to be educated

John Lennon

"Time wounds all heals."