Unnoticeable time

Not much left of this year and it amazingly still feels like March. Oh, but the growth we’ve experienced.

I suppose if I have to take a small snapshot of where I am at it would look like this – in list form, and oh, what the heck, a picture too.

  1. Drawing
  2. Skateboarding
  3. Fishing (had an exceptional two weeks of Walleye fishing this year)
  4. Avoiding COVID-19
  5. Drums! Who would’ve thought I’d ever pick up the sticks again? It’s fun.
  6. Reading. Although I haven’t done as much as I’d like to. I blame the pandemic.
  7. Walking our dog (Bishop)
  8. Watching old movies

I suppose that is where I will leave off this year. I doubt I’ll be back for the rest of 2020. Above is a photo where I think I wore pigtails for like 2 weeks to everyone’s dismay and confusion. I wore them until I didn’t want to anymore. It may have been the only thing that felt right all year.

My mirror image

Last night driving home a car of the exact same make pulled past me at the intersection of 30th Ave SE and Highway 14. It was a true black 2014 Audi A4 S Class 2.0T and inside of it was a young girl, about my height, wearing a similar Peruvian winter hat with a pom on top. She turned west onto Highway 14 and it did not suck as I turned east.

Skater Type

A gallery of skateboarder portraits taken with various instant cameras at local skateparks in Minnesota. The name of the skateboarder and the location is typed onto the instant photo with a Smith Corona Coronet Electric 12 typewriter.  Each piece becomes an indelible moment in time when the two analog processes are joined together. Portraits are currently from spring and summer 2018.

Mr. Big Shot

I got super lucky a couple of weeks ago and scored a Polaroid Big Shot at the local antique shop for around twenty dollars. It was buried under a shitload of older more common cameras. Try to imagine my surprise and pleasure when I pulled this mint mofo out of the wreckage of torn apart Polaroid 200 series. Still in the box with the manual. What a score.  Shoots great. Takes Fuji packfilm FP-100C (BTW- Fuji is discontinuing the film but I suppose someone will pick it up and charge three the price for a less superior product. Alas – I guess that’s how analog rolls nowadays.

Here’s a nice photo of Hannah taken with the Big Shot.

bigshot1 812x1024  Mr. Big Shot

The consistency of its fixed focal point and exposure made this camera a favorite of Andy Warhol for planning out art projects. It was one of Polaroid’s cheapest cameras ever made. Featuring a plastic lens, refracted dual image focusing system and sans battery for instrumentation to measure light made the production costs low. One thing though to know if you want to pick one up – this camera is only meant for portraits that are chest high. Must be shot indoors. Must use a magic cube flash. The film and cubes are all in limited quantities on the market right now. I’d move fast if you want to try one out. More about The Big Shot can be found here.

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
– Dylan Thomas


No matter the time of day. It’s just bad form to watch a Grace Kelly movie unshaven and in your pajamas. I take the opportunity to make myself presentable during the intermission for Dial M for Murder.

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The red dress is a nice touch on Hitchcock’s part but the significance is probably lost on today’s audience.