tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26957989143153553472012-02-16T01:33:42.457-08:00erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695798914315355347.post-83980459850086814292007-06-26T13:56:00.000-07:002007-06-26T14:03:52.180-07:00So. . . I think I'm gonna retire this blog and just keep uploading pictures to <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7337837@N03/">Flickr</a>. It makes more sense that way and it saves me the guilt of not updating this blog. So for all of your future pictures of people you don't know needs, please visit my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7337837@N03/sets/72157600061542836">pictures of people I don't know Flickr set</a>. I will update it often. I swear.<br /><br />Doing her best to cut out the middle man,<br />erika<br /><br />PS- Here's one more picture for old time's sake! See you on Flickr!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7337837@N03/453895578/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/453895578_0801abb8e6.jpg" width="342" height="500" alt="madam librarian" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695798914315355347-8398045985008681429?l=picturesofpeopleidontknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695798914315355347.post-51416001549449584972007-06-13T08:25:00.000-07:002007-06-13T08:26:11.018-07:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7337837@N03/453895590/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/453895590_2e96f18a59.jpg" alt="tennis anyone?" height="301" width="500" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695798914315355347-5141600154944958497?l=picturesofpeopleidontknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695798914315355347.post-32499991004892072352007-06-01T07:38:00.000-07:002007-06-01T07:42:01.762-07:00It's reflective yard globe!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7337837@N03/453905767/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/235/453905767_bdcb021e26.jpg" alt="garden globe" height="311" width="500" /></a><br />I love the extra-arty effect of the photographer reflected in the globe. Nice touch!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695798914315355347-3249999100489207235?l=picturesofpeopleidontknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695798914315355347.post-53059018538704781462007-05-08T15:46:00.000-07:002007-05-08T15:48:28.694-07:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7337837@N03/453900629/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/453900629_ab8792847e.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="331" /></a><br /><br />Or standing on their hind legs. . . but I can't judge, when I was little my friend Maria and I used to dress her standard poodle up all the stinking time!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695798914315355347-5305901853870478146?l=picturesofpeopleidontknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695798914315355347.post-61395978409280308912007-04-27T11:43:00.001-07:002007-04-27T11:43:59.398-07:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7337837@N03/453905785/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/453905785_073c7d1b90.jpg" width="484" height="500" alt="house proud" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695798914315355347-6139597840928030891?l=picturesofpeopleidontknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695798914315355347.post-13128603533427362512007-04-20T10:31:00.000-07:002007-04-20T10:32:08.838-07:00<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7337837@N03/453900609/"><img height="180" alt="mr. moustache" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/453900609_df2c8939c7.jpg" width="500" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695798914315355347-1312860353342736251?l=picturesofpeopleidontknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695798914315355347.post-69590905218980849942007-04-18T11:26:00.000-07:002007-04-18T11:33:44.002-07:00<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7337837@N03/453900647/"><img height="320" alt="flamingo" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/214/453900647_7007ba64f6.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />More with the spring fascination. . . (obsession?). This family is very proud of that flamingo.<br /><br />Writing on the bottom: June 1939<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695798914315355347-6959090521898084994?l=picturesofpeopleidontknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695798914315355347.post-35785700179044081662007-04-12T11:16:00.001-07:002007-04-12T11:25:10.305-07:00<div align="left"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7337837@N03/453895584/"><img height="356" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/245/453895584_1964fc235c.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />We're 3 weeks into Spring and it's miserable here in New York. I want sun and flowers and bare legs. . . I want to be in this picture. . . </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695798914315355347-3578570017904408166?l=picturesofpeopleidontknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695798914315355347.post-75351911606681994552007-04-07T13:17:00.000-07:002007-04-07T13:18:00.437-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F_loPgG9uk/Rhf8cNm8RYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dGD2D5A5tvk/s1600-h/photographer021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F_loPgG9uk/Rhf8cNm8RYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dGD2D5A5tvk/s400/photographer021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050783068738831746" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695798914315355347-7535191160668199455?l=picturesofpeopleidontknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695798914315355347.post-51668234604268919142007-04-05T10:14:00.000-07:002007-04-07T13:14:19.115-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4F_loPgG9uk/Rhf7jtm8RXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/io66mHNTWP8/s1600-h/football+family032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4F_loPgG9uk/Rhf7jtm8RXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/io66mHNTWP8/s400/football+family032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050782098076222834" border="0" /></a><br /><div>That's what my mom calls my strange obsession with other people's portraits and snapshots. Maybe it all stems from coming from such a small, shutter-shy family. I have a few photos from my mom's family, treasures begged off my mom after my grandma passed, but absolutely none from my dad and his murky, mysterious past. Other than a high school yearbook photo, I haven't even seen a picture of my dad taken before he met my mom. Maybe he was some sort of child/teenage spy!</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Well, who knows? Not me, that's for sure, they don't even teach psych 101 at the musical theater school where I got my BFA of questionable usefulness so, unless you want me to break down a time step or analyze a scene from <em>South Pacific</em>, you're out of luck. . . The point is that somewhere along the way I started collecting old pictures. If the people or situations or clothing looked interesting I'd snatch the photo up for my collection. Apparently lots of things look interesting to me because I now have a small suitcase full of the things and they're begging to be shared.</div><br /><div></div><div>I always had the intent of displaying them on my walls but the few times I tried never looked right. A few years back I started posting them to a journal on an improv comedy message board but I slacked off for some reason. Now I start anew.<br /><br />Just as before, if the photo's previous owner felt the need to write something on it (and I can make out what he or she was trying to write) I will share it with you.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695798914315355347-5166823460426891914?l=picturesofpeopleidontknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439460710804552067noreply@blogger.com0