Photographic Art Silver Gelatin Figure High Key
September twenty first three kids, two moms and a grandpa join thousands of others at the fair. Food, Fun, Colors Sounds and Scary Rides.
Well scary for moms and grandpas. But not for the fearless 3’s a trampoline triple flips “higher, higher.” She wants to go on the slingshot 200+ feet in the air. Mom “you can go on it when you are 25.” “I’m 36 [inches] this year and can go on the giant slide.”
Meeting up we talk about what to do first. But the friends watch in wonder of so much going on hands held contemplating the rides. We can do that, not scary fun rides fast. The quiet thoughts evaporate and the fun begins.
All that is cool isn’t scary, there are tractors to plow the fields of imagination. With three kids the harvest is bountiful. The barns with piglets feeding on the video screen if you can’t get close, bunnies, birds and wonder. More then you can absorb in just one day “Grandpa Grandpa look at ………………… Faster faster Grandpa Grandpa.”
Sometimes the story is told with images, you can hear the laughter, feel the warmth and connection between children. Little hands, big hearts sharing each others joy and fear. At 3 you see clearly just seeing without the filters, walls, fear imposed and taught to you. I strive to be 3 seeing with my eyes and my heart. Telling the story with images for many more than three years.
Bacon certainly one of the most marketed foods lately, Vodka, Perfume gotta be Bacon. The Fair is not about low fat or cholesterol. The flavors of the fair enhance the air a potpourri of the senses. In the 70’s I had a couple friends who would raise a pig or two a year, fed on garden scraps and from a couple fine restaurants. I would only eat Bacon at their house. Once you have had home grown well the plastic package of chemistry from the market is not edible. A slab on the cutting board smoked out back. Cut your own how thick what ever you want. Jerry Garcia on the stereo Sunday mornings …………….Drifting a bit here.
The Tiger Coaster with Mom and her friends Just fun, just fun. enjoy pjc
Photographic Art Walkins Glen 1973
Another cool wet morning,
I miss the morning light, golden sharp angles a drive/walk to coffee seeking the highlight in conversation, life. I thought Oly would not offer this light often. The drought and warmth has provided the light I love. I see it through my window, beyond my reach. Meds pain fractured routine the light escapes me.
Christmas shopping at Archibald and Sisters this dapper man said I couldn’t get an image with his eyes open. Took a few but the first shot was the one.
Hundreds of new images in Galleries of re-designed site on July 1st. One comment hundreds more to show but why bother? Sharing, giving away the new world of “Photographers” I give prints away on occasion but everything from every shoot. Like on FB support a multi billion $Corp. and then you don’t have to overwork your click finger. Worried about having to leave an email address ya I’m gonna sell your address LOL like social nitwit sites aren’t. simple solution have a junk email address so you won’t receive unwanted ads. I don’t send them but you could then use addy on other sites. Simple and you can see more information on other sites. I have ranted about this before and have also said my Art is about communication but without response why bother talking.
Photographic Art An artist who’s medium is Photography that’s me.