the magic hour in the city of lights I realized this morning that it was time for a new background image on my monitor - something colorful --not black and white-- but not yet the greens of spring and sunshine... I landed on the dusky blues penetrated by oblongs of warmth: the magic hour in… Continue reading of magic
speaking of dreamlike images taken with a holga... As I mentioned, I awoke (awakened? the usage of words of or relating to waking are enigmatic to me; perhaps to most...) with a head cold; not too bad, mild congestion and that space-brain sensation. So I took good care of myself all week so far. Yesterday… Continue reading the aural backlash, and lost photographs
This, Blogger™ tells me, shall be my 166th post. It is a cruel thing, returning to a city on the edge of a heat wave, having spent the fullness of a week beneath fairer skies and witness to the Atlantic's infinite recitation upon the shore of a barrier island. Fire, was the island. (Fair Harbor… Continue reading 166. Return
Across the street there is a large truck labeled "AllState PowerVac". I can't imagine what it might be vac-ing right now, but it is rather loud. Overnight a gift of snow- a meagre blanket which by now lingers only on sidewalks and places where no cars go. I missed the falling of it, having gone… Continue reading march of the tiny snow
April Showers Yesterday's morning: bright sun and pleasant. Sky, at length, darkened and unleashed a half-hearted sort of rain. Then, in an instant, the rain (having become bored of its own properties perhaps) turned to snow-- BIG SNOW. Lasting only a couple of hours, by afternoon it was seemingly Springtime again: sunny and dry.
The Rustic City A series of new photographs taken, printed (and in some cases altered subtley) by e. daggar are now on display at Bonnie's Grill. They have been appropriately rustically (though expertly) framed by The Mad Framer, and are available for purchase. The show will be up through sometime in May, so go and… Continue reading rusticity, urbanity.
snowmen! Prospect Park Well, my camera and I did make it to the park briefly yesternoon, and had I not worn sunglasses I'd have been blinded. So sunny and bright. However, not a single square meter of snow remained un-trounced-upon! Shards of sleds lay about, of both store-bought and improvised varieties. I imagine it must… Continue reading They’re alive!!
Some of you impatient lovelies have been pestering me about photos. Enough! I have finally sorted through them and put some on one of those annoying photo-sharing websites. Here is the link [UK TRIP PHOTOS] and it goes to a slide show which unfortunately begins with a ridiculous shot of the 'tards (and duty-free whisky!)… Continue reading *trip photos*
So, kevin and i worked away at converting the inner frame of the Holga™ from 6 x 4.5 to 6 x 6 yesterday. It takes way too many scores with the blade, and took awhile for kevin to get the replacement baffles to fit properly, but with luck the resulting images will be even more… Continue reading 6 x 6
brilliant thunderstorm light Today feels so like a sunday. This evening during sunset the light went strange and otherworldly, and we knew the sky was about to open. And so it has. Cold and wet again, and now it is dark. Such brilliant light for a few minutes though! Well, back to Minerva, my next… Continue reading strange day
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 