A slow week for litter. However, I really was drawn to the rusty water cap that a snow plow dumped on my curb. Yes! What a treasure. Thinking I might call the town to see if they will send their six men over to replace. Here is my list for this week:
Watching my dream vanish. Not my life dream. Why that would be a downer. Just one of those dreams that I was trying to remember when I woke up from sleep. Float away, gone forever.
When my colleague spoke about buying more glass, I thought drinking glass. Then, I thought shot glass. Silly me, clearly she was speaking about camera lenses. How could I be so daft? It is about the LENS, baby! The lens is the photographers only friend. The lens does not demand a refund, or complain that it is too FAT. The lens accepts the world. Imperfections and all.
I am so excited to present my new photo series entitled SUBURBAN ARCHAEOLOGIST. I will be photographing that which is tossed into my driveway each week. Right? As gross as it is, I am turning my utter irritation at the Arlington litter bug, into art. In doing so, I hope to find humor and interest in what the careless, lazy person drops onto my property. This week an interesting assortment:
Am I to find her climbing up the walls this vacation week? Off the walls? Off the walls? How odd, but this image is more a self-portrait. Parent. Home with child. Home with the love of my life. Yet...day seven. Seven days into this retreat. Cabin fever. Yes I am off the walls. My whirley girl is just fine.
