*taptaptap* "Hello? Is this thing on?
Actually, I liked these better, but I thought they'd be too small for a blog post because I KNOW how some Gentle Viewers hate to actually click on an image...
The connection I have with birds and dancers...
My friend Nancyleah, the train wreck maven, has a friend Dr. Sydney, the ballerina, who asked if perhaps I could take a photo of her pointe shoes and referred me to some dude who has all these shots of old pointe shoes and said she wanted something different. Which meant I wasn't going to work my way into a dance studio this time around, but that is beside the point(e). In her email she explained how she compared dancing to flying and there we have it...instant 'Not needing to give it any more thought.'
So Nancyleah and Sydney and I went to a park and threw pointe shoes into the air for an hour or so to try to capture images of pointe shoes in flight. There were also images of shoes hitting heads and cameras, and looking for shoes that had rolled under bushes.
It was a happy coincidence if a photo even HAD a shoe in it, let alone the sort of image we were looking for.
Earlier I mentioned that I had a camera that I made out of a Quaker Oats box and a transistor radio. I got an email about it. I didn't know people ACTUALLY did that. (Well, without the transistor radio part.) Pinhole Photography? Who knew? What I don't know would fill volumes. Above is my faked tribute. If you want to participate in a REAL pinhole photography click the link below.
I've been giving the gkirlin photos some thought as to why they come out so nice and I think I've figured it out. I have 5 neices and nephews, my sister and her husband have the oldest neice and oldest nephew and my brother and his wife had a nephew, neice, nephew every 5 years like clockwork. Sometimes they will LOOK at this foul mouthed blog and when they see one on here they want to know what they can do to be 'Blogworthy'. I love them all equally and rarely see them individually without carefully trying to balance it with the others, and in fact, I see gkirlin the LEAST because his age makes me fear him like a horse that has yet to be broken. The others I interact with, he I just watch.
Recent road construction required the removal of this sign and I'm going to miss it. The motel is still there though. This place is a personal favorite because it's right on the strip but it's easy to hide your car. They may nor may not have TV, in room movies or phones, I dunno, I never noticed. But they do have lots of hot water and decent soap and the doors deadbolt and have peepholes. There are window exits to both sides of the building and you can easily sneak back into your car through the bushes if need be. Also you just leave the key in your room when you are done. That's yer checkout.
My friend, Nancyleah, the train wreck maven, is always going places and doing things and taking pictures and forcing me to look at them THROUGH EMAIL, no less, and I hate it.
I got your digital right here.
No, no!
Aiieeee!
*donk*
I remember back when I was a wee little baby WPA photographer. This photo was taken before they closed the dam creating what you kids today call Lake Mead. (photographer's note: The ABOVE photo is a 'derivative work' ala The Dove Campaign for Real Beauty.) And if hadn't been for you pesky kids, I'd have owned the whole amusement park!
The Power Generating Stations
Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi,
