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,

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.

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.

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.

Colours of the Market

Its been awhile since I've posted, too much stress in the family.  My dad is not doing well after two brain operations.  I feel guilty because of how I executed his living will.  I think he would rather of passed away then be living the way he is.  He's basically a quadriplegic. That is really sad for someone who has lived an active lifestyle.

wtf!

My dad is laying in hospital recovering from double brain surgery  and my stupid stepmother is at home drinking herself into such a stupor she broke her foot.  She is dads power of attorney!?@#  I'll be damned. 

I love my dad

My dad could be Brain Dead or he could functionally challenged we don't know..  Kellie went to see him when he was first at the hospital and Kristie is planning to go soon.  Barb (his wife) on the other hand refuses to go.  "What about my cats," she exclaims.  Fuck Your Cats!  What if he's Brain Dead? she cried.  He damn well could be! Go anyways!  I'm wondering if she feels guilty because dad was picking her off the floor when he hit his head on the wall.