244/365: vintage upside down
what. when. why. how. it’s all relative.
It’s been a long couple of weeks in the ‘real life’ o-sphere.
Then, last night around 9:30, I was just wrapping up work when I realized I hadn’t taken a picture all day.
Cue the Hail Mary.
The image I ended up creating doesn’t shout like the Guns N’ Roses-inspired post title. It doesn’t convey the Calgon-take-me-away vibe that is a heavily recurring theme around here lately. But, this surprisingly pleasing image did restore my faith in the daily practice.
Picking up my camera forces me to focus. That, in turn, requires me to breathe. To be calm. And, then, I’m lost in the process and everything else falls away. That’s what this picture expresses: the art born out of the crisis. The calm after the storm.
Once upon a time, I watched Eddie Rabbit perform this song on Solid Gold:
Well I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
I love to hear the thunder
Watch the lightning
When it lights up the sky
You know it makes me feel good.
I had a big crush on him around age 10. And I really DO love a rainy night.
A soft metal floral fantasy from my new gig at Urban Cottage an occasional shop in South Minneapolis. Yikes! I can feel the old vintage-collector itch after only one shoot. Gilded frames, antique cameras, SO many globes. This could be dangerous.
The window frames a readymade tableau. The everyday objects, the dusty stillness are redolent of someone else’s life. I would never be invited to enter this intimate space, yet here is a peek. An anonymous portrait shot in the nude.
P.S. I feel a series coming on. See Day 4.