Archive for November, 2009

one of those days

November 25, 2009 1 comment

I shot this on one of those autumnal days when the sun shines and it’s unseasonably warm and you’re tempted to believe maybe winter won’t come this year. And man, I really want to believe that. Every year I want to believe that.

But it’s never true. That’s the danger of belief, isn’t it. There’s always the risk that what you believe in just isn’t true. Of course, that’s also the beauty of belief. Maybe winter really won’t come this year.

Categories: autumn, city, landscape, people, streets

livestock arena

November 22, 2009 2 comments

It’s been a couple of months since the state fair ended. Yet as I approached the arena where they show horses and cattle…the sort of livestock that’s been central to the fair since it began…I could still detect that livestock smell.

It’s not a bad smell. I’m not sure what individual smells comprise it. Hay and sawdust, certainly, and the animal scent of large mammals. Maybe some sort of feed. I don’t know, but it’s distinctive…and even though I hadn’t been to a Midwestern state fair in years, it was immediately clear to me what I was smelling.

Categories: Uncategorized

stranger things

November 12, 2009 1 comment

One of the things I love about the Poladroid application is that sometimes it gives you wildly unexpected colors. Of course, there are instances in which that’s just a tremendous pain in the ass…when the colors are so bizarre and garish and other-worldly that they’re painful to look at. But now and then the result is pleasantly strange.

I’m very much taken with the notion of a pinkish sky over a green field.

abandoned ballfield

Categories: landscape

blue shed

November 5, 2009 Leave a comment

If Wallace Stevens took photographs, I think they’d look like this.

blue shed2-1

Categories: autumn, landscape

there’s still time

November 4, 2009 Leave a comment

There’s almost always that brief period when summer is over and autumn is well underway…and winter is nudging closer…when it’s as if summer makes one last futile attempt to return. For three or four days the sun comes out, the air is warm, and the only thing you can do is go to the fair.

Except, of course, the fair ended six weeks earlier. Still, the fairground is open and you can wander through and look at all the buildings locked up for the season. And that’s just what I did.

there's still time2

Categories: autumn