Saturday, December 3, 2016
Today should be the day I begin a new photo series. In just minutes, my hometown's Christmas Parade will begin traveling down the old Boulevard. Yesterday, this came in the mail (link). It is a 4x5 film processor that will let me process four sheets of film at a time. That may not give you tingles in your nether regions, but for me, it is really something. So, last night, I thought, hey--why not load up the old Black Cat Liberator and a bunch of film holders and go make portraits of the paraders as they get ready to march? It is a great idea. Trouble is, it takes a lot of chutzpah, and my balls began to retract as I thought about doing it. I mean I can't even find them this morning. I know I should. But it is so much easier not to. Photograph, I mean, not the other.
I just thought I'd be confessional. You will be able to say, "He's no real photographer. He is just a ___________."
You can fill in the blank.
But I have a dry lizard who died in the house behind a chair inside a jar right now, and there is that for photo material. I want him to rot all the way down to the skeleton. There is a photo series, no? It is safe, too, like I said. If I go with my big camera downtown to make pictures of little girls in leotards twirling their batons. . . oh. . . I know what will happen. And I will say something like, "Would you feel better if I just used the camera on my phone like everybody else?" And then there will be a scuffle of some sort.
"Hey kid, come over here for a minute. You want your picture took?"
I could go on for a long time, much to my terrible detriment.
Anyway, the tree lighting downtown last night and the Christmas Parade today means that the holidays are officially here. I can feel it. Last night, Ili and I watched "A Very Murray Christmas" again to kick off the season. I cried during the rendition of the old Pogues Christmas song. It is a beautiful moment.
Well, maybe I'll prepare the film holders just in case I decide to go. That will take a bit. Shit, shit, shit. I wish I'd never mentioned it.
Posted by cafe selavy at 8:42 AM