Outside the window it is winter I am an old man, inside my mind it is Spring.
Today I’ll be a child driving my Pink Cadillac.
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Doorways
Entryways, old roads traveled once more. An early portfolio revisited on an autumn afternoon. I’ve been fascinated from my earliest exposure and before with what lies behind the door? Another world [one for you who know me this door is one I didn’t often take] visual stories of what is on the other side. Simplicity inviting you to create memories or fantasies. This Barbershop on main Street Manchester Connecticut. As a youth old enough to know about girls we’d go to Manchester for a movie, but really to stroll Main St. and see the “City Girls” for we were from Coventry a little farm town/bedroom community 15 or so miles east. Now across the street from the barber shop my friend Carl lives in elderly housing a converted elementary school. We still stroll main St. slower but still looking at the girls seeing how much has changed yet how everything is the same. The sweet allure of memory awakened by the simplicity of the image of the just right light transporting us between here and there.
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Old Roads
Main Street Manchester Ct. July 31, 2010 a few moments in the rectangle. The zone I find so rarely of late, arriving at Carl’s in Manchester as the light raked the east side of Main I spent forty minutes seeing where I was and where I am somewhere “Between Here and There.” I know I have promised my regular readers [all two of you LOL] that the complete version of the poem will be here soon. It will be, but lots of distractions have altered my path.
Now back to July 31st, or back to 1973 or even before the camera became my voice I strolled Main Street Manchester, shopping, going to the movies as a teen. Went to see “The Ten Commandments” there in winter, flurries were forecast when my dad dropped us off, well weather predictions haven’t changed after the three plus hour movie there were at least 10 inches of flurries and the ride back to Coventry was treacherous. It was still flurerying.
At 50-10 I have more road behind me than ahead, so I am taking the time to organize portfolios, to travel old roads and look back. The images remain simple/complex, the triangles and the light to convey an emotion, comment on humanity, to invite you into my story, your story. Composed in the viewfinder very rarely cropped and 95 % shot on film, Black and White or Transparencies , this image from a color negative. There will be old roads, a new muse and much abstraction. Perhaps someone will want a print, or perhaps prints are passe with the screen of distraction not allowing for thought or depth. We’ll see perhaps simplicity is lost to IPodians? enjoy pjc