Thursday, June 30, 2005


I'm going to dual post for a week or so to get the feel for my-expressions:
Initially I think I'll like it better but the jury is still out. We'll see.
Check it out and let me know what you think.

Wall detail behind a strip center in Huntsville, TX. Calumet45, T-Max 100. Posted by Hello

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Greenhouse, Spring, TX. Calumet 45, Polaroid Type 55 print. Posted by Hello

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Nathan and robot, Calumet 45. Polaroid Type 55 print. Posted by Hello

Monday, June 27, 2005

Fan, Spring, TX. Calumet 45, Polaroid Type 55 print.  Posted by Hello

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Found objects, broken water gun, Huntsville, TX. Calumet 45, Polaroid Type 55 print Posted by Hello

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Desk drawer, garbage dump, Huntsville TX. Holga 120S with +7 closeup filters. Posted by Hello

Friday, June 24, 2005

Found book, garbage dump, Huntsville, TX. Holga 120S with +7 closeup filters.  Posted by Hello

"Just before Bill disappeared,"

So, another post of, well, trash really. I don't think it elevates anything to call them "found objects", they're still technically garbage.
When I saw this particular book laying on the ground, by nature I thought it was interesting to look at from a textural standpoint, which is usually where it begins. Any deeper meaning evolves or devolves while I'm behind the camera or studying it later.
This time however, I was struck by the text "Just before Bill disappeared,". For some reason it punched me in the gut and made me a little uneasy. I realized my mind immediately went to my son Nathan and it made me tense. Since he's been born, I've become overly sensitive to any kind of stimuli that conceptually puts my son in danger or takes him away from me completely. When I was getting my photo degree, for awhile I seriously considered going into forensics photography. Now, I have a hard time watching the news, I still get a little weepy when I take him home to his mom's, and the most recent story of the lost boy scout really had me by the short hairs.
Funny how things change.