Posts Tagged ‘Structures’

To me, the whole reason for being a photographer is to tell stories, either the ones that are in my head or the ones that spring from what I see.  In doing so, I also want to offer canvas to a viewer to tell his or her own story.

I took these pictures nearly a year ago. I like them. They’re not Art with a capital A, but they’re interesting.  If I could remember where I took these shots, I’d go back and work at achieving much better composition. What bothers me is that no matter how often I’ve tried, I am absolutely unable to weave a narrative to go with the visuals.

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Is there a story here? Yes…

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Do I know what it is? No…

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Can I make something up?

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Apparently not.

Sometimes I push for a gritty look in my finished pictures, especially when surfaces are already rough and peeling and well down that road. Here, the remaining colors are so faint as to be mere suggestions of what once was. I find the hints of green and pink to be so unexpectedly touching that the only choice is to offer this aging beauty a gentle hand.

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On Christmas Day (12/25) I posted some of the pictures I took when my friend and I slipped into a deserted barn and were rewarded with visions of gold-washed wood and hay.

 But wait! There’s more!

While I was still looking for one more shot, one more perfect shot, I heard Marjorie on the other side of a wall. “Go outside and come around! You need to see this!”

And, indeed I did.

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That same golden light that had dazzled us in the hay barn filled most of this space as well.

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Marjorie was standing in the middle of familiar ground,  having grown up on a farm that looked much like this one. And, even as we were losing all sensation in our fingers and toes in the bitter cold, our discussion turned, as it repeatedly does, to the influences we bring from our past to our art.  This line, that perspective, these colors, those images: they feel right. I don’t know why, but they’re singing to me. And, often, that song can be traced all the way back to that territory of our childhoods.

Because she frequently offers commentary on my posts and pictures and has figured in other posts I’ve done, I thought you might like to see some of Marjorie’s artwork. Her website (not a blog) is

Brace yourself!

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I should probably apologize, shouldn’t I? It’s just that I can only keep those dorky word-play impulses quashed for so long and then…BAM! I’m powerless. Next thing I know, I wake up in a public library parking lot surrounded by old puns and used quips, my clothes reeking of  stale double-entendres, and a rumpled note containing a single cryptic homonym clutched in my ink-stained fingers.

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Taken yesterday: Some very funky siding and a lovely gray door in Sturgeon Bay. Sturgeon Bay is located in (wait for it…wait for it..) Door County, Wisconsin!

“For the love of God, Montressor!”

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The Cask of Amontillado, alternative ending.

“The lady’s stacked and that’s a fact, ain’t holding nothing back”

The Commodores, 1977


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