Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Took this from the window of a trolley on a cold Detroit City Day. I like Detroit, but I would be tempted to shoot heroin, too, if I lived in the midwest. Bleak, man. Bleak.
Should I use up all my photos here? It is not like they are great. Just stuff I shot. That's the way I feel now when I look at them.
I gave in tonight and agreed to some Christmas. I put on Pandora's "Hipster Holidays." Instant nostalgia for a few years ago. Try it. It will put you in a mood. I want a no-pressure holiday without worry. Cocktails. Food. Friends and family. Gift-free, so to speak.
This picture freaks me out a bit. See the woman's face in the store window? I don't know where that is coming from. It may be a reflection from inside the train. I just don't know.
I am off for the next six days. Thanksgiving at my house. Drinks in the late morning/early afternoon if you want to come. Outside. Then dinner.
The next day is a Xmas tree farm with Ili's family.
But I want to make pictures. I want to shoot and shoot and shoot.
Just got a call back from the framers. The small Chatham print--22"x24"--will cost between $700 and $900 based upon which of the two frames I choose. Remember yesterday's rant about people who are too cheap to frame things properly? Holy shit. I still have two 45" prints to frame.
Looks like I'll be making frames out of sticks.
Posted by cafe selavy at 6:19 AM