Carpe Lux Seize the Light

Reggie's conscience eschewed the traditional devil/angel anthropomorphics in favor of more creative manifestations.

In honor of Paris Photo 2008, PartialSight is going all arthouse today.

Pebbles walked away for the last time. Frankly, he was sure he could do better.

When No Caption Sunday slips, just laugh it off.

Max led the avant-garde of the custom car world.

George sez: "Nice job there, America."

George sez: "If you're not a moron -- I'm looking at you, half of America -- get to the polling station."

No Caption Sunday commands the click-clickers in the audience to look thrice.

Willie spent his days noting the most appetizing eyes of those walking through the park, just in case the apocalypse fell on his watch. His friends called him morbid, but he saw himself as an optimist.

Among Fred's many uncommercialized patents was a windshield wiper that mounted directly on the eye. Investors were uncertain of the market potential, limited as it was to dragonflies, a species not known for having high liquidity, or even pockets to hold money.

Sometimes No Caption Sunday hits a day late.

Phillipe wholeheartedly believed that a limber groin was the skeleton key to success.

Craig was, at least nominally, a fish eater. But city living was hard, and lately, he'd been considering new sources of protein. One particularly abundant and stupid possibility kept catching his eye.

Ben knew he had charm and good looks on his side, but a little prostration never hurts.

PartialSight would like to thank the reflective and absorbent qualities of matter for today's No Caption Sunday.

Manuel could sense it; his evil twin brother was lurking nearby.

Today is Blog Action Day 2008. "Blog Action" sounds suspiciously oxymoronic, but there it is, and this year, we're taking action on poverty. So have a think on that. <br />[edit: Actually, a blog led me to kiva.org, which seems like a brilliant way to help out some real people.]

Andrew was a firm believer in harmonious web spinning: the idea, laid out millennia earlier in a treatise written by an orb weaver known only as "O," that a web should both reflect and reinforce its anchor points and the geometries surrounding them.

No caption Sundays: what drinking on the steps was made for.

Kate viewed the display with distaste, but she had a plan. Yellow Smiles, the holder of the Spongebob trademark, was famously hard on proprietors who placed violent toys within thirty feet of Spongebob's image. A call to the toll-free tip line was all it would take, and justice would be served.