The sleeping crow....

Here's a quick sketch I did in Painter. Just trying to catch the essence of the bird with its eyes close, head cocked to one side and talon up.

Somewhere between order and chaos.....

I tend to collect odd things and place them about my workroom at what seems to be random places. And then rarely move them. There seems to be something disquieting and human about chaos and comforting and less human about order. It is also very dangerous to except any new insight at face value. But, I do like this image as well.

The 500 year old door....

The plaque on the front of this church said it was at least 600 years old. The amazing thing about a lot of the places I've been in Europe is the sense of history. A holding on to the past and having a healthy skepticism of the future. Maybe the metaphor is way too obvious... but I liked the image.

Looking more carefully....

The more of these blurs I make, the more I begin to see in them. The big difference between the iphone blurs and the GF1 blurs seems to be the distinction of "brushstrokes". This iphone image has much softer elements than the image that I posted a few days ago taken with the the GF1.

The dissection of an orange....

Sometimes the photographs of my food organizations start taking on the look of scientific records. Photos that should have labels written on them explaining the different parts. I caught myself laying out an orange like this the other day. And of course made an image of it.

A chair is not a chair....

The house this image was taken in had just been emptied and I was told about it by a friend who's grandparents had owned the place. There was nothing in the house ( not even a pin on the floor) but this chair. The words from an old song came back to me. Two months later the house was bulldozed.

Some where between the light and darkness....

The view from our booth. Stopped at a pizza joint in a small town that was recommended to us. The dining area looked like an old office break room with second hand restaurant furniture pushed into it and three teen aged boys who looked like they couldn't afford a Wii killing time at a pinball machine. The food was not very good, but I'm glad we stopped.

Say goodbye to the old store fronts....

An old 4x5 that I remember being an exercise in shape and texture. I was happy with the way the aged paint and the telephone lines reflecting in the glass came out. It was probably built in the late 20's or early 30's and in the Midwest that was what I could find that was "really" old.

Blur Painting No.7....

One of the interesting side effects of doing these blurs with a digital camera seems to be what I'm calling the brush stroke effect. I like the look of pixels being pulled across the image. At the moment it is taking about 15 to 20 images to get something interesting.

Sometimes it has everything to do....

.... with the way they look at you. It was spooky... I found myself in and amongst some stuffed animals the other day and happened to caught this evil eye.

First pinhole from the GF1....

I was able to build a pinhole adapter for the GF1 using the plastic body cap that came with the camera. After fashioning a flexible holder ( I will hopefully be able to attach plastic camera lenses as well ) I had to set the camera to accept just the body cap as a lens. From this I see that I will need to sand down the hole and turn up the noise reduction. Will post any interesting results.

New small drawings...

The image is the size of a slide mount opening. I was looking through some old reference material and found a set of small sketches and thought I would like to try my hand at some. This is the first. I chose a slide mount opening to give me a real world limitation on size.

Taken out of context....

When you play with in camera blurring, one of the interesting side effects is how far out of context the composition can be taken. And how an expressive piece can come from such an ordinary source.

Día de los Muertos...

A little something for the day. Its a day to laugh at death. Its a day to laugh at life. Remember someone passed. Hug someone living.