Sunday, October 30, 2011
While in line at Walgreens last night, there was a fairly old couple right in front of me. Normally I would say nice old couple, but I have no idea how nice they were. They could have been a the biggest asshole old couple for all I know. Sorry, digression. Anyway, as I was standing in line I had a sudden moment. Imagine how strange this all looks. I mean, not just only since they were my age, just generally how strange. I pulled my self out of the moment, looked around, and though weird. Just really weird. The best I could come up with in that 45 seconds before I had to pay for my card, is that our reality is so set by our childhood. When we are young everything is 'normal'. There is no offsetting reality to assess now against. So we just go along. When we get old, not only are we not "with it", but we have so much 'it' to compare now to. Then I started thinking about Abe Simpson, onions, and really lost my train of thought. The checkout lady was nice. But imagine, soon what's normal will be a world without pay phones. And it will be normal. But now, I get to live in a world where they are a strange anachronism hearkening to a time past. A time no simpler than now, but a time separate, apart. A time which I will never get to live in again. So damn strange.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
I must admit, I sort of cheated on this one. This is actually quite a busy street. Some may know it as North Avenue. I just waited a couple of cycles just a block away from a stop light on a major intersection. Still, great effect if not 'truthful'
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
I'm not one for shooting the Calatrava (Quadracci Pavilion?) very often. A combination of "it's been done" and "it's been done better than I ever could" make for a difficult subject. Photography is sometimes like dating, you pretend you are the first one there. That it is your composition, that your the first one to see it that way. In effect thinking your eye has graced the presence of the scene like no other. When you see commonly photographed items, you cannot but help think of oneself as retreading where many have gone. Or even worse, finding a shot after you post your own of the same scene done much better from days, months, even years earlier. Though, sometimes you think you've gotten the best shot no matter how many have been taken, almost making it all better. But then, you still come find out how low on the list of great ones you really are. It is all rather emasculating. The photography. Really, I'm talking about the photography.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Can I get a prize or something? You aren't suppose to find these anymore. And what gives? A phone call is still only a quarter?!?! Do drug dealers have better negotiating skills than the rest of us? I could have sworn prices everywhere else went up since grade school.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
It suddenly occurs to me, you have no perspective on the size of this door. It could be eight feet tall, or three feet tall. I shot it at a flat angle to reduce distortion, and have pretty much relieved the photo of scale. I mean, we have a general idea of the size of a brick, but not enough to truly get an idea of what's going on. It looks like a normal 7 foot tall door. It isn't. Not at all. It isn't tiny, but just a little smaller than what one would expect. A serious 'croucher' for someone like me. Well, enjoy the illusion.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
And it is delicious. As I may have mentioned, we never get to go out to the various soup houses around Milwaukee. Generally, they are only open during the daytime on weekdays, making it difficult for weekenders like ourselves.
But, this time Soup Bros just happened to be open. They were catering to a private event and open to the public. The greatest combination ever. For us.
I cannot believe I forgot to take a picture of the soup. Amazing! You have to go. Warm cheddar soup on blustery fall day. Mmm Mmm good.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Ya know, you live somewhere your entire life and you'd think you'd notice the fairy princess apartment building at the end of a major street. But, noooo, it takes until you are old and almost out of wonderment. By almost out of wonderment, I mean not at all. Check this crazy thing out!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Canebury Park. For one day it was home to more than just horse races. It was also home to all you could eat free hot dogs, "please only two at a time", and the world championship wiener dog races.
First, The horse races.
He just stared, and stared at me as they rode by. Getting whipped the whole time. It was eerie how the horse just singled me out. It also could have been because of my giant camera. I didn't cause them to lose, they were already in fourth.
A different number 3. The strength is amazing. I highly doubt they aren't drugged up. What is the horse version of steroids?
Those jockey's are awfully confident. It would scare the snot out of me. You can feed the companion horses as they come out. Which Samaria thought was awesome.
Eventually they would go back to the stables. Which were huge. It is hard to imagine that this huge complex was supported by gambling. Man, people really love gambling.
The announcer even suggested side-bets on the wiener dog races! Gamblor, how will we ever defeat you?
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
That could be the title to so many posts its unbelievable. Or, is it unbelievable how many it couldn't?
When the girls, plus Ryan, were shopping at Macy's I let myself out.
I had never really walked around downtown, and this was to be my only chance. It was like escape from Alcatraz. If the prisonor's had asked politely and the guards wanted them to have a nice time so they said O.K.
Anyway, I think it is time Milwaukee brings back the Brady Street as foot traffic only idea. I mean, every town has it, why not Milwukee? It is really fun to be able to have carless streets. Just ask Madison.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
I know what you heard. It's not true at all. After losing, the turtle ran around telling everyone he won. On every corner, in every barber shop. Meanwhile, the guilt was so bad he couldn't go to work. What if they had heard? What if the rabbit's side of the story was heard in Turtletown? Does anyone personally know the rabbit? The stress was overbearing. At first the turtle would skip work, but come home every night. Maybe a little tipsy, maybe a little drunk. When he felt like making an excuse, it was just happy hour with the boys. But, when it became day after day, week after week, turtle's family knew something was wrong. Bills with URGENT written on them. Phone calls throughout dinner. Short tempers abounded. Soon, turtle couldn't face his own family. At first they were realived when turtle didn't come home, however they would soon start to feel a deep sadness. Rabbit ran an add in the local paper setting the record straight. It became clear, turtle couldn't maintain the house of cards he built for himself. Turtle's family started looking. Too old for milk cartons, and his reputation too battered to reach out to the media, postering the neighborhood was the last choice. Unfortunately, it was too late. Turtle was found with an empty bottle of vodka in an alley adjacent from the plasma donation center. This was rock bottom. Turtle never found his way out. The lesson, never set expectations to high, or you'll end up like turtle.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Again, obsessively taking pictures of my beer. It is quite an odd thing.
On occasion, I do go back to remember what I drank. But, mostly to remind me of something great, instead of avoiding something bad.
There is just so much average beer out there. Some places, like Furthermore, find a couple of unique flavors and nail it. Just absolutely crush it.
Oscura is just another example. Ryan thought it was the best. I'm quite convinced that this is only true because it is full of caffeine. Lots and lots of caffeine. Mmm, caffeine.
I cannot for the life of me remember what this guy tastes like.
Odd realization. May be racist, may be wrong, but here it is. Why do al these mom and pop bodegas survive in the bad parts of town? I mean, you down see the local food guy in fancy parts of town. The larger companies and corporations merely imitate the local guy. Strange.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
As I mentioned way back in the Paris series, fountains are a bid difficult to photograph. As part of what makes them great is the size, that feeling that they are so much bigger. That they impress through imposing.
At the same time, they are full of detail, whimsy, and fine artistic work.
So, I decided I would make a "fountain style". Though I'm sure this isn't the first incarnation, it seems to work quite well. Get a picture of the whole piece in context. Thus the people admiring above, then get shots of the details.
For instance, this delightfully drunken baby.
Which leads me to believe these men are purging at the vomitorium during a great wine party.
All hail Bacchus! Even if it isn't really Bacchus, we must always remember to hail him. Her?