Yesterday’s photo was accidentally pictorialist. This one I set up that way on purpose. The lighting on the back of this vacant building reminded me of an Edward Hopper painting, so I convinced Connie to sit on the steps and provide the trademark lone figure.
When I travel and take a lot of photographs it is always a struggle to decide if I want to work through the photos sequentially or just randomly cherry-pick the ones that look like the most fun to play with each day. Randomness has won the day for now as I am skipping a lot of Wichita photographs as well as some from the trip to Taos for the time being.
This out of focus photo of some gentlemen checking out a piece of property that was for sale is so blurry it seems an unlikely candidate for cherry-picking. But I thought it has merit in an impressionist sense. The blurriness takes your attention off of the specifics of the scene and allows the eye to enjoy the bright splashes of color and the warmth of the evening “magic hour.” Just to be clear, this was not a planned effect with the camera, it was due to operator error. Whether the error was fortunate or unfortunate is in the eyes of the beholder.
This is the farm at Wichita’s Cowtown. It’s easy to tell a real working farm (which was what this was before it was moved to Cowtown) as opposed to one of the hobby farms you see a lot of these days. The hobby farms have huge houses and a smattering of token outbuildings. On a real farm you have to look hard sometimes to see the house in amongst all the huge barns and accessory buildings it takes to make a real go at agriculture.
Another addition to my series on gestures in sculpture and paintings. I could just as well have called this one The Smoking Gun the way that jet contrail lines up with the end of the cowboy’s gun. I wish I could take credit for that quirky result but I was totally concentrating on getting a decent angle on the sculpture and didn’t even pay attention to the sky. (The sculpture by the way is a copy of Frederick Remington’s Coming Through the Rye.)
Like most people (except terrorists I suppose) I abhor terrorism. But this display of anti-terrorist “patriotism” really bothers me. Note the additional flag emblem and the “In god we trust” phrase on the license tag. (It’s a little hard to see as the photo was taken one-handed through the windshield of my car at speeds I probably shouldn’t have been taking photos at.) Apparently this person’s god is a vengeful god. Maybe it’s all those vengeful gods out there that are responsible for a lot terrorism in the first place.