My Dad Loves Degas

Couldn't wait another day before posting this pearly moment. Sometimes things are better than you even imagine. This here is a case in point.

I'd hoped for that weird focus and buzz.

I knew beauty stared directly into my eyes.

I hadn't known that the magic would show up too.

Always glad when that happens, and grateful.

Lighten Up

It's been a dark week. I just could not shake the mood and the view and the fact that nothing at all seemed right or worthwhile or promising. I felt a little trapped. All doors locked, no windows opened.

But then, thank goodness, I had a play date come through. Thanks to my lovely friends who helped make that happen. They have no idea how much I needed a dose of their sweet medicine.

That's All

This is about everything I have to say. A vase with a flower on the windowsill. It keeps me quiet.

Two for Tuesday

Here's a favorite twosome - Lindsay and me. She's the one with her foot in the air. I'm the elbow shaped like a V.

When we met, Lindsay was new to modeling and I was new to working with models. We enjoyed experimenting, ran through ideas like unconcerned children at play, and improved along the way. Our failures were instructive and many, and our successes brought a savory satisfaction. We collaborated for over two years.

I posted this image now because this week the Lindsay-Diana vibe fired up in undeniable ways. I'd just written a grant envisioning a month long photo shoot for my series and the whole time, I'm seeing Lindsay as the model. And, then, guess what shows up? A letter from Lindsay. An honest to God, use a stamp letter.

Okay, no more about all that. Don't want to jinx the juju.

This portrait came after we made a very excellent piece of theatre together, one entitled, There Are Limits. We brought a chair (located at the far left of frame) and waited. First we waited for the six o'clock shadows to come lay down and then we waited for the winds to blow.

The Deadline

Striving, stretching, reaching, almost there. I can practically hear her moaning with the effort.

This image resembles where I am in the process of putting together a grant proposal, due tomorrow.

Hope she gets the ball. Hope I get the grant.

The One That Got Away

I've been checking out store window fronts for a new photo idea. I found this old time shoe store, recently gone out of business, in the middle of downtown Winston. The single shoe, wooden and dusty and all alone, stood like a poetic reminder of loss surrounded as it was by so much musty white carpet and that lonesome band of plastic ivy.

At the time, I knew I hadn't quite captured the image, so figured I'd come back. Only problem was I waited three days. Big mistake. When I finally got my lazy ass down there, a huge for rent sign leaned against the window, propped up by - you guessed it- that lone shoe.

Two for Tuesdays

It was a small space, a gallery, and I had my big lens, but still the tight shot captures the connection that first drew me to this couple, this twosome, one named Israel the other named Zach. The tilt of their heads, their focus, their glasses, and most of all their sweet expression created a unity based on quiet warmth.

What are they looking at? It's not clear other than it's theirs.

That's the poetic answer, but the narrative truth is this: their downward stare is trained on their new puppy, a jolly little mutt whose fur is the color of iced mocha splashed and splotched with black markings that would have made deKooning proud.