I decided to use the simple folderblog for a photolog/gallery solution. The gallery is now up here, and I will continue to update it with new and old photos of mine. It was fun going back and finding some of my favorite old photos to get things started.
I’ve spotted quite a few more of these kid heads around the city (mostly Capitol Hill). The only commonality in all of the locations is that they’re very hard to reach. Highway overpasses, thrown over power lines, top edges of buildings, and second story windows…
I added a new category for street art, since I’ve been taking more and more photos of the stuff I find around the city. Here’s the roundup of what I’ve seen in the past few months…
Location: Half-block off Broadway, on Mercer
$3 was my initial offer, expecting it to be the starting point for bargaining. Instead, I got a cheerful response of, “Sure, I can always make another!” I commented on the quality of the sign, because it isn’t your standard flimsy cardboard. Its a heavier, almost particle-board type material. The woman replied that this was “the good stuff” and it doesn’t blow over in the wind. I thanked her and as I was walking away she shouted, “Good luck!”
Spent a lot of time in the past few days working on Lopolis, adding some photos to the galleries, and adding a new series.
Last week I helped Tim Swope get Pimpleberry online. Check it out.
I was driving back to my apartment building to pick up something (I think it was a jacket or a nicer pair of shoes) that I needed for an important meeting later. I was going to pop in for no more than 2 minutes to grab it and go, so I parked in the 5 minute load zone outside the building. I rushed up to my second floor aparment, only to find the door open and someone else moving boxes of stuff inside. I looked in and saw that the whole unit had been taken over by this guy. I was bewildered, but on his way back out, he explained. The apartment managers decided that the best way to accomodate a new, ailing tenant was to shuffle rooms around, placing my former neighbor in my unit. I was moved down to the first floor, to a unit right next to the garage, the managers and the street. The boxes of all my stuff had already been moved there, I just needed to grab the final few towels, blankets and rugs on my way down. The odd thing about this new apartment was that it came completely furnished. Completely furnished with the most garish mish-mash of gothic, renaissance, victorian and modern furniture and art, that rendered it appalling. I stared, slack-jawed at my new mess for entirely too long before realizing my car was waiting outside. I gave up on whatever it was I was supposed to grab, since it was still boxed, and I rushed outside. I saw a parking lot arrangement that looked not at all familiar. The place where my car was supposed to be, there was now a Volkswagen Rabbit. I also saw a tow truck loading up a white car, which I first thought was mine, but it wasn’t. I asked the drivers if my car had been taken and they said yes, it was gone. And because I was so late in getting back, it would be an extra $100 once I actually got to the impound lot. Lastly, because of all this mess, I had no way to get to my meeting.