frank lloyd wright in tokyo/pt. 2

I am a sucker for a good chalkboard. This one in is the the private school that Frank Lloyd Wright built in Tokyo - the Jiyu Gakuen Myonichikan. I visited when I was in Tokyo this past November. I wasn't there long but I did shoot a bit and I plan do a proper post on it soon. Until then, lets dream about chalk, erasers, chalk dust and all those other obsolete classroom necessities of the past...

nostalgia/

A hazy lazy picture taken in a friend's garage awhile back. I guess some would consider this junk, but I am always rather happy after a good rummage when my hands are covered in dust. Clearly this racket has seen better days, but when I saw all this sitting there it just felt like I was in another time and there were people out on the lawn waiting for me to come and play some badminton. Maybe I have watched too many BBC dramas...
Happy weekend, friends.

waffle house/

I've been thinking about the South a lot these past few days because I am following someone's road trip pics on Twitter. It is killing me...Memphis, Little Rock, Hot Springs. The Waffle House seemed like a fitting image in tribute to the South. One thought, though. Don't go there for dinner like I did...not so good...I think it wise to stick to the waffles...

casablanca/

For some reason this image has always reminded me of the film Casablanca. "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine." haha...you have to admit, a great line.
This was actually shot in a restaurant on the lower east side. Gone long ago and shot even longer ago, but it popped up in my image foraging lately and I keep looking at it. Haven't figured out why yet. nostalgia maybe.

nostalgia/

Isn't it always the way... I have been asking all the people in my craftsmen project to go through all their stuff from the past...basically looking at their entire careers and pulling out important things for me to shoot.

Yesterday, my sister and I descended on my Dad's house to clean out underneath his house. (I was elected to go under the house with all the dust, cobwebs and black widows - oh the joy!) I had no idea what I would be going through was my entire artistic life. In the dustiest of boxes that we excavated from underneath there was almost every significant piece of art I have done in my life. Every bit of graphic design work I did in high school,  so many of my first forays into photography and even my entrance portfolio for Art Center were there to peruse. It was rather humbling...

So I am continuing in the same spirit now that I am back home. I have been looking at some of my past work from older versions of my website. This image is one of my favorites from one of my road trips through the South. It is actually in an old slave cabin on a plantation in Louisiana...kind of depressing, I know. But that window light...