Say Cheese

Photo A.M. Moscoso

One of my favorite stories about the great Bluesman Robert Johnson wasn’t the silly story about selling his soul at the Crossroads to the Devil.

My favorite story is one where he was in a diner and someone ( can’t remember if it was a cook or a patron ) said he wanted to learn the guitar but all he had was a beat up old thing that he couldn’t possible learn on.

So Robert Johnson said, bring it on out and he’ll take a look at it. Maybe he could fix it. So the guy brings the guitar out and Robert looks it over and then he plays it- really plays it.

” Sounds fine to me now ” he was supposed to have said as he handed it back over.

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For the last couple of years I’ve been taking pictures with my phone- and even though they aren’t technically great I didn’t care.

They showed what I wanted to say, I had fun taking them and as Robert Johnson said  ” Sounds fine to me. ”

Recently though I decided to break down and get a camera, there is only so much you can do with a phone camera – and God knows I pushed it- but I wanted to see what I would get with  a ‘real’ camera.

So here it is.

Here is the funny thing.

I had a Canon 35mm and I even learned to develop my own pictures. I experimented with Black and White Photography. I learned to do still and action shots and what kind of light and film to use.

Do you know what I never had to do with my old camera?

Wait for the freaking battery to charge.

I don’t know how this new photography experiment of mine  is going to go- though the one word that to describe how I feel right now is ” curious. ”

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An experimental interpretation

I love the macabre, the odd and all things that go bump in the night.

The thing of it is, I’m not intrigued by over the top horror or gore and I certainly do not romanticize death ( I worked in a funeral home, so that knocked the rough edges off of me there) . The things that I find weird are those little bits of reality that I think are only pretending to be normal.

So these pictures are brainfood for me-  I won’t see  just a window, or just a display in a museum or the ghost of a mural on an alley wall.

I’ll see a little extra- that shadow that breaks away from the wall, that thing that touches the back of your neck when you think you’re all alone at home and none of the lights are on, that door that closes on its own.

All of those little things come from somewhere- don’t they?

Maybe they come from here…

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A,M. Moscoso

Daily Prompt: Study

It Sticks To You

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At Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle there is this tiny, dark street named Post Alley.

The thing that makes Post Alley famous is THE GUM WALL.

It’s exactly what it says it is- People chew up gum and artistically stick it to the Wall and  then other people come along and take pictures of it.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Not only is it fun, it’s entertaining.

Just a word here- I wouldn’t touch that wall for love nor money and I wouldn’t even walk my dog down it for fear he’d lick it.

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Still.

If you see a little splooch of cotton candy flavored gum with a jelly baby stuck in it, you’ll be able to say- hey I know her!

Seriously, it won’t be the weirdest thing anyone has ever said there so shout it out and take a picture or two as well. Just don’t touch anything because…splooch.

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Daily Post Prompt: Entertain

Footprints

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I used to think that footprints were

temporary

a mark we left behind to

say

 ” we were here “

I used to think that

time blew those marks away

and

after it said

” Yes you were.”

But footprints are forever

they are everywhere we step

or

run

or

fall

Footprints are forever

trapped in dust and stone

long after we are

gone.

 

Daily Prompt: Static

 

 

 

The Dancing Statue

Last Summer I was at Pike Place Market in Seattle when I walked by a lovely statue of a lady in old fashioned clothes. She was posed outside of a bookstore.

My son, who was walking right behind me sort of yelled out ” Wow- hey- what? Man!”

I turned around to find the statue was dancing. She was graceful dancer and her gestures were smooth, fluid  and very lady like.

Of course I knew by then that the statue was an actor, but she looked like stone and never once did she look at us directly- it felt like she did.

Just like a real statue.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Daily Prompt: Undulate