Empty but not empty. Full of bits and molecules. The air is heavy with it. Takes your breath away. And the sheer volume of the structure….hanging there. Still, but always moving. Until that one moment, when it will come rushing down. There will be no stopping it. It will make an impression. Indentation. Convex, concave of eons of time in one fail swoop. I will be glad I am not there. I will be glad for it’s rest. It’s finish. It’s resolution at last.
Kevin and I had the opportunity to go with Rad Drew and Sally Meyer Wolf on one of their workshops to Gary and shoot abandon buildings. It was pretty interesting. The sheer size of the structures in their dilapidated state was very unsettling. There was a lot of beauty and geometry in the decay. There was history. Many stories. Both long ago and recent. Violence. Violent decay. Huge pieces of man made pulled back to nature. Beneath your feet. Above your head and all around. Transitory. No permanence. Makes you question all kind of things. Leaving behind. Moving forward. Priority. Evolution. Resolution. It was overwhelming yet addicting.
It was a good night tonight. Vince invited me down to first friday at the Stutz. His friend Carol is here visiting and we took this opportunity to do a nice portrait shot. Matt from the Stutz assisted us. We sat on the bar and he stood on a chair. Funness.
We have 4 cats. 2 younger girls, one older boy and one old man. Felix is the brother of my daughter’s two girl cats. We had their mommy for a while. Zoe. She was so neat. Abandoned by my mom’s neighbors when they moved away. Pregnant. Had to have a c-section for the babies. And they were all way bigger than her. Almost maine coons. Felix is the biggest. He stayed with his mommy for about 7 years. We miss her so much.
This was a good night. I had some extraordinary elements and was able to arrange them in an interesting way. The players: heirloom tomato from my mom’s garden, fresh asparagus, fresh corn from Ohio, organic carrot shavings, over easy egg, brie, dill and purple spinach.
I like a few things about this shot. One, I was really hungry, so it was a delight. Two I love the stacking. Red onion, arugula, mahi, tomato and jalapeno yogurt cheese. The light was really nice.
Thinking we could make it. Knowing we almost did. I want to know your touch and still something pulls me away. How can a person fall out of love? Or, does love simply change? Maybe we’re just wiser and maybe could we share again? What about you tore me apart? What about me made you cry? Trying all we could. It just shouldn’t have been. So hard. Wrong places, wrong times. All the harsh words and even lies. Doesn’t sound like love to me. Doesn’t it make you wonder why we ever fell in love at all?