2 Score, 6 Gone By

THE WINDOW IN MY DREAMS

On this date 6 years ago, I posted the photo essay below on my T&L Photos website that was my final project for one of my photography classes at the university back in 1981. The introduction and concluding photos in the series were typeset on paper by a local typesetter, I photographed the pages with my 4X5 view camera and reversed processed the negatives into positives so when I printed the sheet film I got white letters on a black background. I made each photo with a combination of long exposures and manually triggered flashes to capture movement with some clarity in the images. I had to carefully calculate each exposure and plan the details of each shot to successfully execute each photograph because I could not preview each shot before I processed the negatives. Only one 4X5 negative was exposed for each print in this series. The project was a major undertaking.

I noticed the writing was not my best back then. I didn’t have a personal computer, so I didn’t write nearly as much as I do today. These days, I would never use “Sometimes I venture into the deepest shafts of my mind, into a room…” How clunky is that? I would change it to something like “Sometimes I wandered through the deepest recesses of my twisted mind, into a room…”

Click on the gallery to see the photos larger.

I would rewrite the conclusion, as well:

“As the images behind the window faded, I turned to find my way back to reality. Teetering on the edge of consciousness, I looked back to see my shadow hanging in the window, I was guilty of the execution of photography.”

Well Hung

Paint hard at work at dawn

Get your minds out of the gutter. I’m talking about the clouds and the gate I installed today.

The painter was up at dawn working at a furious pace on the well-hung morning clouds and kept it up until after I got to work.

I installed the gate today that I ordered back in August that finally came in last week. The middle photo shows the sprung latch that I had custom-made by an artesian in Canada because I could not find any of the sprung latches in the US of A. They use to be common on garden gates, but there were none to be found. They were probably outlawed for some stupid reason, so we might have a fugitive latch. The gate is well hung if I might say so.

The painter was in a lavender mood tonight as gnarly clouds rolled in at sunset and were well hung hanging over gnarly trees.

No Color

With the clouds in the above photo 15 minutes before sunset, I was expecting a very colorful sunset. But the painter fooled me and only gave us a pallet of gray.

At least the orchid came through with some color.

Cracked-up clouds covered the moon at dusk.

Take That! And That! And That…

…and that you pesky pathetic paparazzo pretending to be a poet!

Silver’s reactions to my latest poem I recited to him:

Free-range dust bunnies
Frolicking around the floor
Evasive moves
Hop over brooms
Impossible to corral
Dust bunnies freely roam
Frolicking on the floor
Oops!
I dropped my buttered toast
Dust bunny’s now a ghost

NOOoooo!

STOP! ¡ALTO! FERMARE! ARRÊTER!

Eat this paw sandwich!

Do I really have to listen to this?

Talk to the paw!

AAAARG! I’ll scratch your eyes out!