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A Date to Remember Matinsdale, Montana 2012

Back in late August of 1924, something important happened–at least one person in Martinsdale thought so. They commemorated the day but unfortunately not the event, creating a mystery as to it’s meaning some eighty-eight years later. I’m going with it being the date this wall went up in the now quite derelict train station.]]>

Lost Soles #1 Martinsdale, Montana 2012

Coming across a single orphan shoe always strikes me as somewhat curious and intriguing–I want to know the story about how it got to be there by itself. I suppose the reason behind the solo appearance is often pretty mundane, but that unknown creates a sense of mystery that I find appealing. This is particularly true for shoes like this one whose aged, worn surface suggests a long storyline. This is not the first image of lone shoes I’ve taken or posted on POTD, but since it’s gradually becoming a collection  I figured I ought to start using a common thematic title and start numbering them.]]>

Further On Up the Road #2 Southwest Montana 2012

My friend Steve asked me a couple of days ago if I was o.k. He pointed out that I’ve been back from Budapest since November but haven’t posted anything but photos from that trip ever since. He thought maybe that was because I didn’t feel well so wasn’t getting out doing any new work. Well, I’m feeling fine and have been out taking photos since then, but I’ve been having so much fun with the Budapest images I haven’t given the more recent stuff much attention. Yesterday though I went on a little road trip (“safari” as my father used to call such jaunts) and took some photos I did have quite a bit of fun with on the computer last night. So, I think I’ll post a few of those. Then maybe I’ll get back to Budapest. (I took about 4,000 photos on that trip so there are plenty more.) Or maybe I’ll just keep coming up with more new work that I can’t resist posting. We’ll see. The last time I posted a photo with the Further On Up the Road title, I didn’t include an appropriate video because I couldn’t decide which one to use. This time the choice was easy for some reason. Here’s Eric Clapton and The Band from the Last Waltz concert way back in the late seventies. I chose this one because these guys look like they’re really having fun.

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The Count Budapest, Hungary 2011

The bust of Bela Lugosi that I spoke of yesterday, complete with his own personal bat-like gargoyle.]]>

Day as Night Budapest, Hungary 2011

I took this photo because of the interesting clouds the sun was trying poke it’s way through in the middle of the day. A little contrast and brightness adjustment on the computer turned it into a dark, moody scene worthy of an old Dracula movie. Perhaps not coincidentally, on the building behind me was a bust of Bela Lugosi, a local boy made good. (Transylvania used to be a part of Hungary.)]]>

The Maestro Budapest, Hungary 2011

He’s just taking a photo, but his shadow looks like that of a director addressing his orchestra.]]>

Out of Context Budapest, Hungary 2011

These clay figures were in an art gallery that was being painted. All the art work was pushed towards the center of the room and mostly covered with plastic drop cloths, although these characters seemed to have escaped. I was really interested in how they had been arranged when they were actually on formal display. Whatever that arrangement might have been, it couldn’t be as curiously interesting as this random gathering.]]>

Endangered Species Budapest, Hungary 2011

This guy was snapping a large number of photos of a nearby sculpture when he paused to sit down and take a break–to change the roll of film in his camera. How quaint!]]>

Hysteria Szentendre, Hungary 2011

A very cheerful manikin outside a shop in Szentendre. It didn’t make me want to come in and shop but it did make me smile.]]>

Saturn Rising Budapest, Hungary 2011

This important transportation hub at Kálmán Square was hard for us to locate on some of our city maps of Budapest until we realized it was recently renamed from Moszkva (Moscow) Square, thus erasing the last of the Russian names for the major landmarks in the city.]]>