I go to antique stores. It’s loosely defined as something older than 100 years. Cars don’t often live to one hundred and printed materials are frequently centuries old. I did a typewriter series a little bit ago. Typewriters date back to last century. How quaint! My connection to typewriters is with term papers I typed in the middle of the night. Mistakes were not tolerated (OCD me). Correct tape and erasers were frowned upon. Ah, well, it was an old Underwood for me. You may have used another. There’s a really old one pictured. The label said, “Don’t touch. This is a $500 typewriter.” Ha! Well, I moved the tag. What’s the point? No one uses film cameras any more either. I saw an Argus C3 “brick” for $45 and it’s junk on eBay for $6. You can dream. A treasure is worth what someone else is willing to pay. Anyone want a $500 typewriter?
Is it me? I keep questioning the time – this time. Dreaming right? Nightmare? Indigestion? Does everyone else see and read something else? I’m bewildered. World opinion has been harsh and immediately polarized. “Ugly American?” Roughly 300 million Americans – 50 million voted for – and 50 million against. The rest… Look in the mirror. I don’t wake every morning to see an ugly American in my mirror. Check yourself. He’s been called the “White House apprentice.” Maybe it’s time? Late night talk shows and Saturday Night Live are loving this. They sell advertising based on the fact that audiences love this clown. Sorry, what else can you call the twitter antics? Obama got his Nobel. donnie got the cover of this mag. This year everyone will wear “orange.” You can’t make this stuff up.
Half the voters put him in the office. They still agree with the asshole. Anarchy. There’s not much I can do. It’s likened to shoveling shit against the tide. I’m nobody. But check around and see whom he denigrates. No one is too small. Let’s start a movement. No more caps for his name. it’s just trump. He doesn’t deserve caps. Let’s see if it will drive him up a wall. go donnie. I bet donnie will burn his ass too. Every journey starts with a single step. Pass it along.
Photo tip – move low with the camera to get a lower perspective. You get a different perspective. You can move the background out of distraction. It also helps if your eye can focus on a particular point in the pattern. I’m not perfect but it does catch your eye.
Today is protest day. Don’t buy anything. Do your part to disrupt commerce and let the government know you will not be silent in the face of outrageous behavior. Oh baby oh baby. Yeah! Sorry to my Republican friends, the few who remain.
I have been exposed. I have been there. I have seen them. Cool. Checked off the to do list. Sorry. It’s like smelling bacon. It is not something to be described but to be experienced. Words do not adequately describe a taste or smell. What I see goes through my occipital cortex. Where it goes from there… clueless – me.
… with George. A Sunday on La Grande Jatte — 1884. Pointillism, George Seurat. It was part of the title of a musical by Sondheim. Enough? Look closely and there is no actual detail. It’s “pointillism.” Get the point? Been there more than once. Seen it. I believe I missed the “art gene.”
I had no art work for show and tell – parent visit on conference day in kindergarten. Forced to confront a blank sheet of paper I took a single color and proceeded to paint a twisted path all over the paper in one color with a single brush. Asked what this was, I replied, “A rollercoaster…” I do believe I remember the steam rising as the teacher silently walked away. I was not asked to produce another piece of work the rest of the year. Every kid needs the right button. Points of paint – that would have intrigued me enough to experiment with the science of art. Some people are art and others – not.
Before I belt in I have my camera on my lap. You never know. Gotcha! Yeah, you can get some interesting shots. Arresting. Be careful or you might be….arrested. But clouds never obscure your view of the sunrise or sunset. However, sometimes the clouds will help to make things more dramatic. You can’t get the shot if the camera is not in your hand. It’s ain’t photo lessons. It’s opportunity.
Everyone laughs when I take out my camera on a plane. It’s not good – the conditions. You are at altitude moving along at 500 mph shooting through scratched plexiglass with sunglare and cabin reflections. Try a night shot? Oh brother! It’s a slow shutter speed that will surely blur your image. “Every once in a while a blind squirrel gets a nut.” Never give up. I go with a shutter speed of 1/100 sec. Let the ISO run on auto. Press the shutter and hope for the best. Nuts! Yup!
Very bad joke – not PC – sorry to you “trumpers” –
What to you call a boy with no arms and no legs hanging on your wall? – “Art.”
I’ve been to many a museum. You go to appreciate art. But, I ponder the photo op. How? What? You go to the source to see the painting. Brushstroke? Texture? Cracks? Detail? Is there some connection to the original that supplants the image in a book, online, or from my camera? I still don’t know. What? I’ve shot full frame and detail. I’ve seen iconic art in different museums. I saw the Mona Lisa in Paris. Try as I might it’s still a work in progress for me. I go. I look. I photograph. None are keepers for me. I keep going so I guess I haven’t given up.
… a boy with no arms and no legs on your doorstep – “Matt”