6.25.10 – Standing Tall

It’s odd seeing remnants of a past age standing tall in the modern city. This church in Covington is now across the street from a sports bar. I’m not sure that’s progress, even though I’m really not interested in going inside either place.

6.24.10 – Take Me

I have some issues going on right now that I think I need some supplements, but the problem is what to take. I look at these labels and just feel dizzy. It might be good for me or maybe not. I just wish the bottle would say – “Take Me. I’m what you need!”

6.23.10 – Sampling

This is my boss’ husband “sampling” cake, as he called it. Because you really must find the right cake in life.

6.22.10 – Color of Procrastination

There are so many things I need to do right now, for me, yet I can’t seem to do them. I don’t know why. I don’t know what’s stopping me. I keep seeing the color green and wonder if that has something to do with it. Does procrastination have a color?

6.21.10 – Monday Monday

No matter what, things never seem clear or even remotely coherent on Mondays.

amovieaday 6.20.10 – Nostalgic art

My local art museum is encouraging visitors to come see America this summer all in one place – the museum. There are several exhibitions with photographs, drawings, and paintings covering the various landscapes of America. To top it off there is a sign exhibit, including the Big Boy, because nothing says America like neon signs and a fat man with an enormous burger. This is sadly true. Still, seeing Big Boy again does add to my already incredible nostalgia, as I remember many a time stopping by or driving by that restaurant with the gleeful statue that was so close to where I lived, shopped, and went to school growing up in Tampa.

It’s just a bit perplexing seeing him in the art museum. I suppose nothing is an unusual site to see in an art museum anymore – I’ve seen a dress made of raw meat, sharks and cows dissected and in huge glass containers, cow dung, scary life-size nun sculptures with glowing eyes, etc. I’m just not sure about the Big Boy. He is certainly iconic (Austin Powers sealed that) and I do appreciate his craftsmanship and strange beauty. I suppose when something becomes so commonplace in your life, it’s hard to see it as anything other than how you’re used to seeing it.

6.19.10 – Exploration

Recently I was re-watching Wim Wenders’ Paris, Texas. The special edition contained a booklet, which had excerpts of his book Written in the West that contained photographs, and comments, from the trips he made out west during pre-production of the film. One such comment he made (“photography often tends to become impossible in a place you’re already familiar with”) struck me.

When I began learning still photography ten years ago, I photographed every nook and cranny in my home, in my neighborhood, and at my friends’ homes. After a while, I stopped doing this, partially due to frustrations in my life and work that were overwhelming me, but I also think it had to do with not having a need to explore and document the same things over and over again. I would shoot like crazy once I was away on vacation somewhere else, but then put the camera away again, once I was home. Somehow having a new tool/toy makes everything look fresh again. I wish I would have thought of that sooner.