Monthly Archives: October 2012

1205 Somewhere Street

1205 Somewhere Street

B.J. Silberman

Another former beauty queen,

Orphaned in her prime,

Waits dressed in her daytime best.

Sunshine through the transom

Casts no memory.

Waved watercolored glass protects her secrets.

 Standing outside, we can only imagine her story.


Just Playing Around

 

Sometimes when inspiration has taken a long vacation without having the courtesy to leave a forwarding address, my only recourse is to play and hope something turns up. In a way it’s very freeing because you can’t have expectations about the outcome when you don’t know what you’re doing. This photo is a layer of a Citrasolve scan and an image of an old table and chairs on a forgotten porch.With the dots and colors, it has a playful feel and is just right for sitting with a friend on a fall day and enjoying the atmosphere. It felt welcoming, even with a no trespassing sign.


Playing with Leaves

I’m not sure we are going to have any real fall color due to the strange weather we’ve had. But it’s fall and it’s no fun if we don’t go out and jump around in the leaves. That’s how all of these photos were taken, by jumping up around, hopping on one foot and twirling the camera.They were fun to make and a surprise each time. For some readers, the images may be an acquired taste and they  will prefer my “regular “photos, but being serious can be extremely overrated. To me, these feel like impressionist paintings.I’m curious to see what kind of reception they will receive. I can almost see the images printed on watercolor , rag or vellum papers. Please let me know what you think.


Diner Love

I’ll admit I love diner food especially when I’m on a road trip.The aroma says come in and visit. The food keeps me there. Grilled cheese, milk shakes, bacon and eggs,and meatloaf and amazing pies are too hard to resist.I think there’s an unwritten rule that road trip food adds no calories.  My other reason for stopping  is that I can’t resist taking photos. The stools, booths, and people just call for attention and I can’t ignore them. It’s the lure of another time and the stuff from which movies and novels are made. Maybe when I grow up , I’ll prefer four star French restaurants but it’s hard to imagine. Foie Gras versus a milk shake? No contest!


Peeping Tom Part Two

I really couldn’t resist more windows. While psychologists may have creative and involved explanations, mine is simple. I enjoy shooting windows and no one came to harm in the process.


Even When the Light Isn’t Perfect

 

 

A Saturday with an overcast sky didn’t bode well for a photo outing. Wandering along the Ghost River boardwalk was peaceful whether the sky was overcast or not. The river’s name comes from its lack of current in some places and that you lose all sense of direction because of the foliage. So while you may lose direction on the water, taking time to savor the green and silence helps me find mine. By the time we left, the rain began for real. The patterns in the water added another dimension.

 

 

 

 


Maybe I’m a Peeping Tom ( Thomasina) and Don’t Really Know It!

Windows! I don’t think I realized how often I photograph windows. From the interior or exterior, I can’t resist an interesting window.Do I look in when I can? Of course! There’s such a story in each. Were things displayed for passersby to admire? Are some just remains , abandoned when the owners moved on? Questions and no answers, it just adds to the mystery.


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