Saturday, April 23, 2005
The computer and camera used to make this image could not have been imagined when this piece of farm machinery was built. It's now obsolete, just as this computer and the camera will be one day, but they won't take nearly as long to get that way.
Friday, April 22, 2005
Father And Daughter
The photo says everything that needs to be said.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Just a shot of the back of an old tractor. I played around with it a bit before coming up with this effect.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Biker Scum At Buster's
A number of biker breakfasts are found in various small towns, and this one happens once a month in Sun City, KS, at Busters. Some "Scooter Trash" friends were sitting here talking after eating and looking at bikes ridden by others. I visited Busters for the first time in 1998 or 1999 when I was out looking for a really remote telephone to photograph for the Payphone Project. While looking for it I did a series of photos of the trip and, when I e-mailed them to Mark for his web site, I found myself writing a little blurb about the trip. I called it, "Lost Child...Call Home." He posted it, along with the photos.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Sun And Lightning
Sunlight streaming in my office window striking a photograph of lightning. In the 80's I used to chase lightning a lot. This photo was done in 1981 on an amazing night for lightning, and depicts a farm house with lightning striking in the distance and "lightning bugs" flying around in the ditches. It's only one of many exposures made that night. After this photo was made I moved on looking for other structures that could be used in the foreground, and, while sitting between a very old, abandoned church and a cemetery way out in the country, watching lightning strike, I saw a pinpoint of red light appear in the cemetery about six feet off the ground. After it appeared it expanded slowly to approximately 18 inches in diameter, before contracting slowly and disappearing. After that happened the second time, I moved on.
Monday, April 18, 2005
"Dave, stop. Stop, will you? Stop, Dave. Will you stop, Dave? Stop, Dave. I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a-fraid."
Hot And Cold
While driving through Pratt, KS, yesterday I stopped to photograph these water towers. For those who aren't familiar with water towers, I'm guessing they're probably 120 feet, or so, off the ground, and maybe 20-25 feet, or so, in diameter. Some people get a thrill out of climbing them and painting graffitti on them, like "Seniors" and whatever year may be appropriate. Others attempt some humor. For example, there is a little town called Agra up in northcentral Kansas and someone added the letters "V" and "I" in front of that name. It made the newspaper, it was painted over, I'm sure, and the tower waits for the next joker to climb it and risk death or arrest.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Some Kind Of Flower
While mowing yesterday afternoon my wife asked if I'd take the time to photograph a flower she had hanging on the fence in a planter. I did one exposure of it, but didn't care for it that much, and then she suggested one from this angle. I'm glad she did. I don't know about you, but I can see a face with eyes closed in the one that isn't opened all the way.