Thursday, September 18, 2014

Whoa-Man


I finally saw this whole mural and thought it was a painting of a rather jubilant woman, When I got home and was able to zoom in, the happy woman turned out to a ?


A happy bald headed, large breasted, bearded, in drag man?
Strange but interesting

Monday, September 15, 2014

Busker's Fest Seattle 2014

Is your money in envelope number two or number three?

Maybe it is in number one! 
Number one is now roasting marshmallows.

The annual busker fest happened in Seattle this weekend.  Not as many acts as I thought there would be.  Lots of people, lots of dogs but little else.  This guy above was a definite highlight.

 He's ten!  And he plays like he's been playing for years,

Monday, September 8, 2014

Self-Portrait No. 1

I was looking at a book called Self-Portraits by Vivian Maier and thought I'd try my own self portrait.  Vivian created a book of shots of her reflected in many surfaces.  Vivian worked as a nanny. On her days off Vivian wandered around NYC with her camera looking for herself.  I don't think she wanted anyone to see the pictures because almost all the film was found in her storage locker after she died. She didn't want to think of herself as a photographer, just a nanny who took pictures.

I've been reading books about photographers who see something of themselves in their photographs.  Diane Arbus thought she was a freak and dirty so most of her photo were of people in the sex trade and retarded people.

Maybe that is what I do is wander around Seattle looking for myself.  Maybe I am lost and only I can find me.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Fancy vs. Simple

 My cup of coffee shot with a Cannon 5d Mark 3. 



Donna's coffee shot with her Tablet.

Unless you want to blow up your photo really big, you  don't need a fancy camera.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Ferris-Wheel on fire


Looks like this Ferris-wheel is on fire.  It a reflection n the water of Elliot's Bay Waterfront.  I'm back after too many deaths and umpteen visits to a dentist .  I'm tired, depressed and lonely without my parents phone calls three times a week.