2001

keir dullea for miles klee at hate the future - i love this photo and use it all the time. it is the cover of my portfolio at our coop gallery. i imagine i'll get busted some day but it's just for personal use and probably not really a copyright violation. in 1968 kubrick's masterpiece film was astounding to us all - of course the drugs helped. and now we are way past 2001 aren't we, all sober and everything, and it's still a masterpiece. We watched it the other weekend on the 50 inch plasma and it felt like i was 19 again.

autumn dog walking

again the hood

me and my dogs return 2 weeks later to phone photo the peak color...

around the hood

from a few days ago.

My favorite stand of maples, and walking the dogs round downtown.

blindness

unlike the common perception of total blackout, being blind or lacking vision means one sees only snow white before them - not blackness.

This notion is the only thing taken, really, from movie called Blindness. That and some interesting dystopian art direction and beautiful overexposed footage.

So for opla plaza, a black background is giving way to the new white one. So consider again that the opla plaza lounge is a dreamy place where things converge - chaos and silence coexist.

Florence lives in Richmond repost for Patricia

Black and white photos never looked so good as when i used that Yashica D view camera in college in Richmond Virginia, 1967 to 1971. I sold it to Linsday Parks when i graduated - too much baggage i thought at the time. Years later, in 1985 or so - i saw Linsday at the bookstore where i was working. He said he kept, and continued to use the Yashica.

Hollywood Cemetery, in Richmond, [see Walking Tour, Virtual Tour, and History ala link] was a favorite stomping ground for most art students for making photos, drawings or rubbings. It's many hills and wooded acres look out upon the James River. The tombs and gates and even a massive stone pyramid are discovered by hiking from one area to another - along twisted little roads and pathways - all over hung by ancient trees. There is one statue in the cemetery i photographed in 1968.

This lady - sitting against a cross, sleeping or thinking or maybe dead - is so very peaceful. She is close to smiling but it's hard to say. She is life size so she can be mistaken for real.

I found her again, in 1998, and took her picture with my Pentax 35mm. She was really hard to find given to relandscaping - both real and in my mind. A "relandscaped memory" that is. Over the 30 years between these 2 photos, they had removed old hemlocks and given her a bath. I think her name was Florence, or that was who was buried there. Or maybe there are no names and i just made it up when i exhibited the photo long ago.

Now i have to find her again.