It Might As Well Be Spring

Posted to ShutterDay.

Proud to be Shamed

In my continued belief that there is no such thing as bad press, I refer to you my interview at the Photo Meme Hall of Shame! Go me!

Why I Pin a Small Point and Shoot to My Boxers

You never know what you might see as you stagger to the shower in the morning.

Rockland Breakwater and Light

Shutterday: It Ain't Easy Being Green

Certified 100% green pixel free.

Aren't all pixels green? Like don't they need green to make white or something?

This back scratcher submitted to ShutterDay: It Ain't Easy Being Green

Samoset Resort in March

I'm spending the next 2 days at the Samoset Resort in Rockland, Maine for a conference. Why would a bunch of speech pathologists meet at the Samoset in March? Because attending a speech conference is the most fun you can HAVE at the Samoset in March.

Photoblogging Shouldn't Hurt.

Ok..a bit of drama for yer Mama. My friend April, who is far tougher than your lowly and humble photographic servant, sliced her thumb (der Frankenthumb) open and I like that 'it's so disgusting that I can't look away' aspect of stitches so I'm posting it here for your viewing pleasure. I haven't been taking squat that's postable, as you can tell by seeing what I've posted lately, but I have a few photographic irons in the fire...

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.

The Enormous Radio

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.

Maine: The Way Life Should Be.

Roof Dogs.

"Roof roof."

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.

Goodbye Main St. Holiday Inn in Bangor, We Hardly Knew Ye.

It's getting sliced up like a big wedding cake. I was SO hoping for an implosion. Or at LEAST one of those big wrecking balls.

Moody Monday: Absent

Fake lensbaby effect made possible by gravity, Earth, and the cheap lens housing of the Fujifilm A210.

Only S. Patrick Kaine Will Care About This

...and then maybe not even him...

An exercise in target shooting.

I know that big telephoto lenses aren't cool in the 'real' photoblogging community but I think they are cool as freaking hell. Whenever I feel like trying something out, my favorite target is the weathervane on top of the steeple of the Hammond Street Congregational Church (left in the top photo). I can clearly see it with a pair of binoculars but always have more trouble with the cameras. Light, humidity, hand tremors, and luck was on my side today.

Detail of Slow Children Playing Sign

It COULD read: Dismembered Alien Dandy with a Hersey's Kiss on his head running in front of the Sun.

Moved from the archives for Shutterday: Signs, Signs, Everywhere Are Signs.

Bye, Bye Bounty!

Bangor's Holiday Inn and Bounty Tavern torn down to make way for a new casino.

"Last Call! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here! Guhnight!" - Joel Rudom.

USCGC Tackle

"HEAVE!"

You know...that ice breaking gig on the Penobscot River looks sort of fun.

*HONKHONKHONK!* MOVE IT, A-HOLES!!!!!

Yeah...

that frame 14.

THAT would have been something to see.

Another Lesson Learned

After learning how to modify the Holga to take 35mm film, I found that I forgot the most important part....

to take photos of something INTERESTING.

Macro Landscape

Submitted for Macroday: Lines.

Jump!

bstout teaching gkirlin the finer points of catching air.

Posted for ShutterDay: Jump Around.

Guest Photographer: Kelly Evans

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.