Thursday, March 29, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Until then...if you can't get enough of The Thing of the Moment SE (Stalled Edition) feel free to browse the EXTENSIVE archives.
WARNING! THIS IS NOT A HIATUS! ALTHOUGH YOU *WISH* I AM NOT ENDING THIS PHOTOBLOG! DO NOT CALL MY HOME! I'm just posting this for Gentle Viewer tmt who begged me to post something because she was getting sick of looking at my radio entry for Shutterday.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Shortly after the Young's Market Fire, Gentle Viewer Leigh wrote to ask how I happened to be in the know and Johnny on the Spot with things like this. Presumably trying to get a confession of arson from me but the real confession is that I have an enormous radio.
John Cheever wrote a short story by this title in which the radio allowed it's owners for better or worse to listen in on the lives of other tenants in their building.
I liked the concept so at night, before I settle in for some Fibber McGee and Molly or Jack Benny, I scan the airwaves to see what's going on. Sometimes I get lucky and something is going on within walking distance and when it does, I carry my daguerrotype and glass slides down to the street and try to capture the images for posterity.
And you are the better for it.
Moved to the head of the line for ShutterDay: Radio, Radio.
Favorite radio song: Radio Ga Ga.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Ya knoooow....some people paint their little hometowns and their States in the best possible light. Or at least not the worst. I think I'm done. You stick your dogs on your roof instead of taking them outside or walking them and you'll see them here on The Thing of the Moment.
This photo taken just down the street from the place where the homeless kids found a murdered woman wrapped in comforter while they were ACTUALLY thinking they had found a dead dog and we're cutting into the comforter/tarp combo to see it after dragging her out of the snow. She had been dropped behind a shed after a short wheelbarrow trip from the actual murder scene by the confessed murderer who ALSO brazenly admitted that he used the wheelbarrow AFTER being explicitly told he couldn't use it.
But you can rest comfortably because the unsolved murder where they found a homeless guys burning body a year ago? That was like a HALF mile away.
But Bangor's biggest shame? James Tobin lives here and Todd Verow is FROM here.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Friday, March 02, 2007
Kelly and I used to work together and now keep in touch by gmail. Though in neighboring states we were both home for snow days under the same storm. One of us mentioned Snow Angels, and Kelly, always the doer while I was always the talker, jumped at the chance and sent along proof. Look for her upcoming photoblog as soon as I can convince her to start one.
And like that..a monster created. Her new blog is here.