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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Nothing to Write Home About


Not really even sure what to say about these pics., or the 4 hours that I spent snapping' 'em in this beguiling, log hovel...hmmmm…let's think...


...I guess I could start with this: the duration of the shoot (compared to what I've grown accustomed to) was surprisingly unremarkable. That's not to say that it was boring, or disappointing - I actually enjoyed messin' around in this monstrosity. There were ample enough adrenaline surges to keep me alert, engaged and entertained - like when I scared a couple of medium-sized, furry critters out of the house, as I tippy-toed across a squeaky box springs - EEK! Pretty much from that point on, my heart rate never did level out completely. Every time I heard a car coming up the road (to which the log house with its doorless doorways, and sashless windows - sits very close) I stopped what I was doing, and hurriedly hid behind the closest wall, while still being careful not to fall through the predominantly water-damaged floor. 


 The bottommost steps on the staircase were either no longer existent, or approaching complete disintegration - and because I didn't trust what remained of the unstable stringer to provide a safe means of access to the upper floor - I opted to shinny up the exterior of the rear wall, and in through a second story window to get there. It's not so much that I'm afraid of heights really - but more that I'm terrified of falling from high places, and because basically everything that I grabbed ahold of as I tried hoisting myself in through the window opening - felt either soggy, brittle or loose - it took me awhile to calm down even after I had managed to make it safely back inside the house, and into one of the upstairs bedrooms.


I even kept preparation for this shoot down to a minimum...packing (along with my usual gear) only the rose-colored, silk blouse (cuz I thought it might look nice against the flaking, pink milk paint wall that I'd noticed the first time I went to the log house to take pictures with my phone), and the yardage of sheer, black fabric that I bought ages ago - but hadn't found a proper use for 'til now...I did maybe spend a leetle too much time futzuin' around with the black fabric pics. (185 total frames, and just under two hours...woah), but for some reason I never got frustrated or seriously pissed off…and it's definitely not like me to be that mellow when I'm struggling...


So see? There's not a whole lot to tell about this shoot…(which may be a good thing, who knows)…

6 comments:

  1. Definitely a good thing!
    Your first photo looks like you might have captured an ascension to the Mother Ship.
    I liked them all.

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    1. @Anonymous - Haha! Love the "Mother Ship" thing! And Thanks for letting me know that this group of snaps didn't totally let you down :)

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  2. you are such an inspiration....the black cloth bubble is priceless...thank you so much for sharing your talent....

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    1. @laughingpaintbrush - Thanks for being so appreciative of what I do!

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  3. Photo #2 took me a while to figure out that the sofa was atrocious. The scenery at thecenter of the photo grabbed my attention immediately. Lo! The bottoms of your feet are clean...

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    1. @Ted - That sofa was not only gross, it was HATEful! There were springs poking up through the seat, that kept stabbing and cutting my legs - ouch!

      Ha! My feet really DO look clean, don't they...but let me assure you - they absolutely were not...

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