tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64355800402630926952024-02-06T22:14:29.613-08:00amanda making photographsAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-90742085654422733882010-08-14T20:58:00.001-07:002010-08-14T21:10:08.613-07:00Inspiration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adsoftheworld.com/files/images/Prypiat4_1000.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 681px; height: 481px;" src="http://adsoftheworld.com/files/images/Prypiat4_1000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I would really like to take pictures here. Besides the cost of travel and a new camera, I'd also have to think about how I would deal with the risk of radiation poisoning. It's not an unavoidable danger, but I do have this propensity for getting really involved with my environments. . .<br /><br />I doubt I could top this though. Poetic and inspiring.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-21269245290273477432010-04-19T17:10:00.000-07:002010-04-19T17:25:03.895-07:00The tortures of train rides in Europe<div><br /></div><div>You see, riding on trains through Europe is torture. There are idyllic countrysides, rolling hills of green, darling little houses. . . you just want to stop and soak up every little crumb. But worst of all, for me, are the broken down houses! Especially going through Slovenia today, there were so many beautiful old crumbling buildings I admired from the train, but could not stop and photograph. . . pure torture. Just awful. But, when we arrived at our final destination in Croatia, the train station was empty and very interesting. . . </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_NfvKpNuG-cuZnIv80MDKKzoQNAHR4ZKvpFKBfKN1tUFoArshCcN7wN2xvZENEhSfC7wNTd32D9LRvWXrtltitfdBMG6PDWPwna_nPQX-pfInwdl9HSTUHJVnY-ZsOoVTQG2gmpMz4pan/s1600/20100419_1685.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_NfvKpNuG-cuZnIv80MDKKzoQNAHR4ZKvpFKBfKN1tUFoArshCcN7wN2xvZENEhSfC7wNTd32D9LRvWXrtltitfdBMG6PDWPwna_nPQX-pfInwdl9HSTUHJVnY-ZsOoVTQG2gmpMz4pan/s400/20100419_1685.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462007332035926466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuz9ICDrwYhiK54uK1ZuHn78bI6ZB2Xn1NG3zyHZER1e7Nf-Yh99ryFubQk_82BS9sLxgO2ZvSUZaQcE7pTuqSvZp-ipM0ugrbZsGE02kXcuOGHXxqkyK5mGeR1C6acobxX5M5puaS1f1/s1600/20100419_1673_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuz9ICDrwYhiK54uK1ZuHn78bI6ZB2Xn1NG3zyHZER1e7Nf-Yh99ryFubQk_82BS9sLxgO2ZvSUZaQcE7pTuqSvZp-ipM0ugrbZsGE02kXcuOGHXxqkyK5mGeR1C6acobxX5M5puaS1f1/s400/20100419_1673_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462007321330937874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIAnHb9Z2vGK-kMkEmnfjSkniF1m-wQpaLIAbmJgKxQHCXZXkAieY1z-lnIrMh74Gr9ZrxbXIX20d3ZfPETNLShfyexdaMuYG6sV6kkue-TCW1vRE6U3oujK9lb61d2cvPMqNczxVNgqb/s1600/croatia+train+station2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIAnHb9Z2vGK-kMkEmnfjSkniF1m-wQpaLIAbmJgKxQHCXZXkAieY1z-lnIrMh74Gr9ZrxbXIX20d3ZfPETNLShfyexdaMuYG6sV6kkue-TCW1vRE6U3oujK9lb61d2cvPMqNczxVNgqb/s400/croatia+train+station2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462007311976675234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTJYe-HPTuPoU71QbjuzmO4CfSU4utaNlmB-hy7hmOnz8NLWkvvGV7b0x7EKeqOZn4_iI13YqwWAQSiH4vTX7jduHfvHnS3xIo-bMLRfeRcM1twRphQ2KGMIJKgWLq6OJUacPENj-yu5k/s1600/croatia+train+station.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTJYe-HPTuPoU71QbjuzmO4CfSU4utaNlmB-hy7hmOnz8NLWkvvGV7b0x7EKeqOZn4_iI13YqwWAQSiH4vTX7jduHfvHnS3xIo-bMLRfeRcM1twRphQ2KGMIJKgWLq6OJUacPENj-yu5k/s400/croatia+train+station.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462007307240087650" /></a>So that was some small relief. Tomorrow perhaps more. . . ?Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-62206280527149692482010-01-04T16:38:00.000-08:002010-01-04T20:47:32.272-08:00For time is the longest distance between two places. . .<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>A long time had passed since I'd gone out to make photographs, even longer since I'd done anything I considered my real work. So what better way to spend new years day than photographing with Carson?<div><br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFr-OzXaoMWab683laKYiRsv1BvTfwXs4i07BCn-TjwpvmBQMgl_lAOiCmeFWod2q4bZBO-WzBzaNFQsG4sqmmCPcTztiO8jhXJeDQrr7A69SUzoULi8sQafk1mvLFOtK_X8Sdai9wczI/s400/schoolhouse+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423108705669329698" /></div><div>After a failed attempt to photograph an old Wells Fargo station, we stopped by an old school house. I snapped a couple of Carson there. . .</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23Ygem3jW2rO5M-wnRND7aq625AvNWixN1J_JAyHXhRw7xsDbK4yK5F8csbqo5hTL5UmwMYmHQJ1hCxFbcafnnLCic3y0QW5CIiarGkzNZt9DS-pwYC5tItw2c8A7ACb2BtmfeS39SPiY/s400/carson2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423108415800756834" /><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpWz23xubrhsl66z4CxahmrFWcq5pE3z-ZgkB-0X33jxLZ4iO2uAFodo4Ab-xDWz_bWU7zMw1qE1ejwffN4woeBytY9P4IsmhZhbZUXCyLx2e8SS6uToxyCW3s-YTyJtyEfcOhL4AWE_u/s400/carson+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423055177962935394" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Driving around in Central Point after, trying to find a place to photograph, I spotted an abandoned looking house. . .</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEoZ6XvzNS9bCDhZyhrRfTsrO4qNdm1mDdCfALT5997ZfTnRHInVIFyXbpGuFQS0tqUTKkoF9LcmqWYVYwu6WHk9bRTG3PiL6Dr9QFlPaFx5SH337HtYErZQaiaQ6Y5_F4l4j7K5T6d_Q/s400/frontroom+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423108961143073506" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHXmsRGhTxbFFLdHc4IO2-0JbKlVd3m0IlKmkehdmKO8_sZlSR7-VycnPxDfFDlwtk-qVKyQoZRgBiU22hk0iirKr8vo0Ilelmek4pAT90umqBzgldHsrrl9bzkPbGATOyly8cF0GT685/s400/kitchen+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423108952486032674" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4mDYpmHdzn7swwbJLOB1qEs6rENcCccsmvaDEneVDh7nRdvZf9m4DD5oi8cYlWYqeZ7nPRWaUR1auX19NxzBzVh659xnyPnEgd9jI0eszoi7hOMnFNc095kUFFni0yrV8OKtrSySHLfF/s400/curtain20100104+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423108715957954738" /><br /></div><div>Indeed.</div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-52045061466197190392009-11-04T15:28:00.000-08:002009-11-04T15:33:07.641-08:00BeachRandom beach pics from early this past September. <div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiHEoFbBaj8QAoHAZk1bQ6kjwqj8yv_CD3Z_V6bXNBB-28jwV3btcyJa_NC6RIqwBW8LEMzUCBXnT4GeYXY2u61gEeaAd6ERSZIm0fwRGxyIubtdGlt-G1qqP0I5-v9T-q3pNgORRTN9U/s1600-h/DSC_0004_0761_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiHEoFbBaj8QAoHAZk1bQ6kjwqj8yv_CD3Z_V6bXNBB-28jwV3btcyJa_NC6RIqwBW8LEMzUCBXnT4GeYXY2u61gEeaAd6ERSZIm0fwRGxyIubtdGlt-G1qqP0I5-v9T-q3pNgORRTN9U/s400/DSC_0004_0761_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400394938822533282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisuhTIojaeR4fuqjNf4bI7MRd08OutT7RE3dkJjv7k0srP34uJQwlYSAcHAuNj77or3adcvgdaXgFIgUehxmk3DyAzWKrnnYdHrBtcJWqwmsL-5SzUnjKXUqhbZ-lfZNEAwtcZhLBGiqt2/s1600-h/DSC_0016_0773_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisuhTIojaeR4fuqjNf4bI7MRd08OutT7RE3dkJjv7k0srP34uJQwlYSAcHAuNj77or3adcvgdaXgFIgUehxmk3DyAzWKrnnYdHrBtcJWqwmsL-5SzUnjKXUqhbZ-lfZNEAwtcZhLBGiqt2/s400/DSC_0016_0773_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400394929748010178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwPhBmAL-leEtXqaDR9oCMNP0Nbgna5DQWpYO3EGsJXBCNIDmR0A5b5cc6FK-u4eZ1ibkc70TgBCn6LMeB76tBRB7IdGmsTtCDlhXpwhxI9HoyNXNoUD5Dck32yTnl4CUA0kxvZAcZQqm/s1600-h/DSC_0030_0787_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwPhBmAL-leEtXqaDR9oCMNP0Nbgna5DQWpYO3EGsJXBCNIDmR0A5b5cc6FK-u4eZ1ibkc70TgBCn6LMeB76tBRB7IdGmsTtCDlhXpwhxI9HoyNXNoUD5Dck32yTnl4CUA0kxvZAcZQqm/s400/DSC_0030_0787_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400394923195844866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGydtirLlcXbeP1KQtMGCJje4nhA1iHoCINL4BBZwJ4uNc1lOmrcsKLuWylYTWgK0CQP8iGCXmbHqEbN-asYnvgToB9J90W1Wv4uDmOtVi23xukPZnz8jWEXh3ofCpoN8SbylF0l0fB7V/s1600-h/DSC_0040_0797_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGydtirLlcXbeP1KQtMGCJje4nhA1iHoCINL4BBZwJ4uNc1lOmrcsKLuWylYTWgK0CQP8iGCXmbHqEbN-asYnvgToB9J90W1Wv4uDmOtVi23xukPZnz8jWEXh3ofCpoN8SbylF0l0fB7V/s400/DSC_0040_0797_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400394911830190674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjN1mQ6_wEsJ7B1FkUnMpbTE88kgNwJ5rdHMaXHwsSJqA8SfnewGMfauZZDLo02BfzrYWRNMxsztOSwElYIUdTLMBxdrWHjrJ2om2yoUHXOI27fdcBSzEe5Qyqx1PRmTe87WqXSrSkbgF/s1600-h/DSC_0046_0803_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjN1mQ6_wEsJ7B1FkUnMpbTE88kgNwJ5rdHMaXHwsSJqA8SfnewGMfauZZDLo02BfzrYWRNMxsztOSwElYIUdTLMBxdrWHjrJ2om2yoUHXOI27fdcBSzEe5Qyqx1PRmTe87WqXSrSkbgF/s400/DSC_0046_0803_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400394908192675138" /></a><br /></div><div>I need to do more of my own work, but this is a start.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-2849371821488007262009-04-04T19:07:00.000-07:002009-04-04T19:31:00.740-07:00Punta Umbria, Andalucia, SpainPunta Umbria (Shady Point) is a little beach town on the western coast of Andalucia, in southern Spain. Huelva Province, I believe. . . On our way back from the beach we found this house. Thanks to Richard for standing in as photo capturer (don't worry, I still framed all of these images. . .) since I left my tripod at home.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii02P1soAcqvrWBV3Kb4qCv83jttWp7rL0MG1_cai8cEtBs5vU3VRlNqfbtKbwchL2xkmy2BFnE6Z8Qh2_s7bJmWT2PY7WVyZqsVnZ9RLDL7iFdVERhMx5n1voWRy7tF1KauQdEjgXipwq/s1600-h/punta+umbria+web+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321024033223980722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii02P1soAcqvrWBV3Kb4qCv83jttWp7rL0MG1_cai8cEtBs5vU3VRlNqfbtKbwchL2xkmy2BFnE6Z8Qh2_s7bJmWT2PY7WVyZqsVnZ9RLDL7iFdVERhMx5n1voWRy7tF1KauQdEjgXipwq/s400/punta+umbria+web+7.jpg" border="0" /></a> The graffiti says "nena," it means baby girl. I couldn't say if the connotation is the same.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321023656613500706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjj8re4esa-h8UR-Iv11vMHSEwLG6Vujw__A1Gni9Z6XcpVOsp977P8OLNiTQh422Og_LDidCLEqi2Lxa5DVEhcVUE60Mto9i84vCYwMR6WLtSnJzVCEcbRK-GhY8RiY8-dpKU2nz_UV2i/s400/punta+umbria+web+2.jpg" border="0" /><br />I'd been waiting to get into a fireplace for a while. Dreams really do come true.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321024029285781170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FPJ8cqdHsAk08bJrXdCmEQPT0p8CytO6IRzDa186G35owf0LJUY0IeyLJpldJYQ5tbdgoiMqBLN1-Lqyajrulfp-awUiGvAwrOZf5y6VBLYI0R5uh6WeXI7ohxMriW5Nh4hr21j3eTF_/s400/punta+umbria+web+5.jpg" border="0" /><br />The cieling was amazing.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321023659868240418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKEHtREeRu7lx1lCD10qevzbsPvZHVpu6Kp2x1FrYfW_5o5FmEr-P-d_9Zni8C8uDDXy6zpX9hiyo5jsKTg-eMxxOTBBm7w61goVsCAErtlboxTEsJc1JHHwBDa4nG6G_2Bpp2augwUTp/s400/punta+umbria+web+3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmL_AEcF6pHtgRR41bEjIPSrm_K8AxMYFn3pX95l7LXLrQLVGQK-iJ3c15ukMQ_oykvvCpr8Kvbnrra441BCWKnUjwKGz562kTNvPsNcmfvMucwPO3HnLTgL2IV-bl0oVOM5xSTY_YyPuC/s1600-h/punta+umbria+web+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321024034487984290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmL_AEcF6pHtgRR41bEjIPSrm_K8AxMYFn3pX95l7LXLrQLVGQK-iJ3c15ukMQ_oykvvCpr8Kvbnrra441BCWKnUjwKGz562kTNvPsNcmfvMucwPO3HnLTgL2IV-bl0oVOM5xSTY_YyPuC/s400/punta+umbria+web+6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrK348GcdlgfN5CsQtnEtRJ6glMrgtAGXCjneBwZiaacVHgKqvnXbK3EYPnYcmCYgZZkBGogQvlf-8GJfLWK5hUu359AyjNUdrRx8G18s12t-afCPxroQv1lBHYPIhMe8FC4DcoZRbeRZf/s1600-h/punta+umbria+web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321023655808685522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrK348GcdlgfN5CsQtnEtRJ6glMrgtAGXCjneBwZiaacVHgKqvnXbK3EYPnYcmCYgZZkBGogQvlf-8GJfLWK5hUu359AyjNUdrRx8G18s12t-afCPxroQv1lBHYPIhMe8FC4DcoZRbeRZf/s400/punta+umbria+web.jpg" border="0" /></a> My favorite, I think.</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321024023841652482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunF4IZi6h2DCe36payN5qSAuZJBeqUkG5krSAmOS6IFL1gtlJWL17Cd8qqhntqUwIIvpYGaevhbzx9IXSwhEFCv8sexiUJ5667gb7nwSoxTdcQmVnDJSrHbmPh9O0IZUM4ajOxgD6rzIc/s400/punta+umbria+web+4.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Hiding from the sunset.</p><p>I had hoped I would find some broken down places to photograph in Spain, and I did. . . unfortunately this was the only one I took advantage of. There were many more that I saw but had to pass by because of time/transportation constraints. I saw them everywhere, in Andalucia, and along the coast between Barcelona and Premia Mar. I was only lucky enough to stop at this one because Richard's friend Rafa was driving us. So much thanks to Rafa as well! Next time I'm in Spain I'll have to make more time to make photographs. These are ok, but they could be much stronger. Next time I'm in Spain I'll hopefully be there for a lot longer. . .</p>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-91082198445818870382009-03-01T01:56:00.000-08:002009-03-01T02:02:48.930-08:00and I'll be gone<div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfupNPmnMDtMITaWkfAuYxHBjDuFLJIBPlcTP0bWnuvTJwwFuFErRFAnfuPfxRlCdopiusIHquc73LXflCZCEGIGV6I6FxVQOr2h8budZLNJPbJEKwBiksicdTYURURtLws4CXtThVnIcx/s1600-h/530869-R1-28-8A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308156656475740642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfupNPmnMDtMITaWkfAuYxHBjDuFLJIBPlcTP0bWnuvTJwwFuFErRFAnfuPfxRlCdopiusIHquc73LXflCZCEGIGV6I6FxVQOr2h8budZLNJPbJEKwBiksicdTYURURtLws4CXtThVnIcx/s400/530869-R1-28-8A.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308156647091854546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6k0SlVXXZ4QwHKwhkSaVvU9sbJ0NTJ-VRsijN2qVXmVeNgV_MFnNmkBIAAJSzrAvGQ1fn_WqBF4G9nsmMQkbJTXge3lUji6eB1XWC4f1y7y1UL9xIwBjLUPkSInpqwvP_Jxq0Zwiuxqar/s400/530869-R1-29-7A.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308156661217367570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirRBWEHbF1HHbHsvbQbTN9nmpr1thqs2IMkTcGb4oyzBkD_9ACtXQO3GhwP5HCTBCwtekDdcLKG3tbGShf-Xh6uRfv9yTthVVbvCGys8pq2RbUzXnO86tbakNPk3TfrIXik6m9izFWdWWy/s400/530869-R1-25-11A.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>but don't think twice, it's alright</div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-82923740699301332882009-03-01T01:33:00.000-08:002009-03-01T01:46:04.315-08:00of dust and rainbows<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhly6moirpiKTPCaGpwDIjGTJxhgxZ-hMNunnfL6ALszO1wI4pQBrBUu__EP0DFhQUd1V9CsHZvsR8ORCUQsxC6c1NLuOQJRM-IwDwDLjmlaiNdy8s061hC3Ia5t-SOf2kqNBv8XR5wqZ3_/s1600-h/530868-R1-02-35.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxqyHyvBAfDXzL5HLmqmNJJFpGV1ktp1mEE5LEGRx4aSAZZR7IY2rB1y6gwf48KRJr3tMxNCK3-rzTy3yUwaXZaV-U3hk5Rs5kZ8rJukK3ysw74Bh3oGspDwan18Tcmmb4jW3gorXjaK4/s1600-h/530868-R1-02-35.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAy67YI-4B2R_r0shInaUn3qoQzquSRu4comQQxQmlrwrVU6VftMe_JVUv95k0zwNrBsvSYV9XKi6UAelMvLWO6EbvtCKxs-9h4-4NGF_UvROKjy3p3ugmm-AxkX8xJGXU2cMEgL9yjI_/s1600-h/530868-R1-02-35.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJalpZfK4DEIb1iagu6EMfUdho7WSNpL5UaWrxYu0N-438rw9OP1zbysVUGreUMz8YjCNJ214Ka-MzIp4qOVyGTYwS0rSJfyiXG-N87-gykyIlMZ7VIDbHuMA-RfUdVkn-zIRipcvuOOp/s1600-h/530868-R1-02-35.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDub6Swt-kS7ROVq5FHpB6doBylcauhZKdLrrRaRMHf9HV-hnuiKBV0I59zSHqL78v68g3cBM4OYbDXqgkGs4SdGMuQ8UkF1Nu54kwzwKcNcCV-JtH36ieE8Yt6KJ3wrWNGOfnJiwmRGj7/s1600-h/530868-R1-02-35.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mECG2UBv7acJ288u6fasGxkZWCN3qstepXbG9vTN5aE9Ulu_je6-8otcB0VfMKgUt2ypJwRrovFUzeKH_i-tgGtQM_nrmGoCNhF6wUUDgDz-WLHmLManNvENHNfSRceHX6uQi9rcyKsB/s1600-h/530868-R1-00-37.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308151944499421890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mECG2UBv7acJ288u6fasGxkZWCN3qstepXbG9vTN5aE9Ulu_je6-8otcB0VfMKgUt2ypJwRrovFUzeKH_i-tgGtQM_nrmGoCNhF6wUUDgDz-WLHmLManNvENHNfSRceHX6uQi9rcyKsB/s400/530868-R1-00-37.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mlx4fXOzwowZcdljPXmHpxCHyvqxb7nFbTkxJv-x-LD02Uv7BxwDneatDGu-BDi9VrbUIO2M3sLGAQJSTEw7acRaaaYtNiGOWWHAXsJlMa-FLHEZS3FBb2UiOyAmR1eTQ_vZopQAsHWm/s1600-h/530868-R1-00-37.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1sZy54a-ZpbvG-f0qBORfmk2bkP0ZAGC9OHnotEeM7YTLdDzYLlgGd1fUvrvCJ63dD5tBD_JsRq8F5GBR4yZeLvjND0cjK5QsEutvcVUMbBEwJkMYePW_r-Vwgt4m0RbKQj0naXpaVyL/s1600-h/530868-R1-00-37.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-40734875295729700452009-02-23T14:30:00.000-08:002009-02-23T15:23:04.442-08:00It's a happy enchilada and you think you're gonna drown.The title of this post is an inside joke to Hannah and Harry, if they ever read this. Hopefully they get it, random childhood memory. . .<br /><br />Yesterday Eva and Dustin and I explored the Gold Hill area, and found this awesome location. Thanks to Eva for suggesting this photo expedition and Dustin for having so many great ideas in mind and driving us there. . .<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh75fkBHCffvYQBLA5rXR5M4h8OtwY-LZYOA7PeCc0LEW0MgCuFYkyK8FAJjVzmN_KaMLjqpycGGU5-EMphEayp4jt2YUOLPmYqX7WTXq3iqwrdEX_Z5UdR4ApjfkwoX35V6gxd9EarwjN/s1600-h/530869-R1-06-30A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306128865596309346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh75fkBHCffvYQBLA5rXR5M4h8OtwY-LZYOA7PeCc0LEW0MgCuFYkyK8FAJjVzmN_KaMLjqpycGGU5-EMphEayp4jt2YUOLPmYqX7WTXq3iqwrdEX_Z5UdR4ApjfkwoX35V6gxd9EarwjN/s400/530869-R1-06-30A.jpg" border="0" /></a> Coming up to this location was a great concrete bridge. Here I am looking dead again.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYA93HHbRsMME6fB2UsD1Qo_TSMNp6G_De2oRgvVJWDoyY_HejzioS0Q5kI6dxZfG45jD-amRAaI9OW9dniU22YlovcjkDrQVMBd78FEF77uIIXSBvCdvYoUcQEKPU337dKTucKRBCWOE/s1600-h/530869-R1-03-33A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306128871671740306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYA93HHbRsMME6fB2UsD1Qo_TSMNp6G_De2oRgvVJWDoyY_HejzioS0Q5kI6dxZfG45jD-amRAaI9OW9dniU22YlovcjkDrQVMBd78FEF77uIIXSBvCdvYoUcQEKPU337dKTucKRBCWOE/s400/530869-R1-03-33A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_jecpRYZLs2aOgV3rlcjzT2yN07KaC179tr2WEs4-Afey3ilRC8F0lvHhxIdqQdG-5TqdQv5f8jvQRECWnPs3Sn3dCd5ADpdTwldKG_xIhfl8ADfttZ5oBbeLT9Q3o2C-L_juN3oNwuX/s1600-h/530869-R1-00-36A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306128865836374162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_jecpRYZLs2aOgV3rlcjzT2yN07KaC179tr2WEs4-Afey3ilRC8F0lvHhxIdqQdG-5TqdQv5f8jvQRECWnPs3Sn3dCd5ADpdTwldKG_xIhfl8ADfttZ5oBbeLT9Q3o2C-L_juN3oNwuX/s400/530869-R1-00-36A.jpg" border="0" /></a> Almost the entire floor of this building was covered with a half of an inch of water, creating beautiful reflections.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306125162195585234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_PE5mcNJQPAjX9Wy8NN-aIG91BATXez64oLDitkMHlrZw3uJWDkb4m3bnmT3GsWqW2x5JOdz2FliS7IHd-WgnvV2AWf2pSCtVgrefkvYLgVMUyFaOrWaGukOaUcruzN_tJLJvrLXKjIy/s400/530868-R1-33-4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306125155822390898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYimfRoOMERAtSiURV26aEpD4jSaoospQQ6cFgTHiuSPk2YoBisCIXGV0xsaytHiuue9li7I-BUkS0rbo3fH-onJxVN3aV_jQ2xTy_gLN7VlwYl4Jw3igPP6V8F-bgEkSkKOYTq-exMXw/s400/530868-R1-30-7.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306125165889637538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxRNEBIHKE0fdDNAe5j9nLh6TU5KUevVEgD5Rwdd9z6xljmTm64W0sV_bPlJJ11R22weDtzwCQj0ohYUtrsmnVrMuJG7Jq3pVD-eGk8T21_aKuIjaXU2l1bHRGzJrB-kjVvH-RnNiZQBo/s400/530868-R1-26-11.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhR61wirnSowMav6g7FdeRw5vp9izG9L_5Ns7MyitJ1E1BDFfKp0-tUF5cfgHAZGOxEtGbUyzvblDa8FUgNeSXQfsJT2f3wCl0N-hOQN5m_IhmBdIocZgXfRvJ025keL49lqbQ01oXGRnN/s1600-h/530868-R1-18-19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306125165059393026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhR61wirnSowMav6g7FdeRw5vp9izG9L_5Ns7MyitJ1E1BDFfKp0-tUF5cfgHAZGOxEtGbUyzvblDa8FUgNeSXQfsJT2f3wCl0N-hOQN5m_IhmBdIocZgXfRvJ025keL49lqbQ01oXGRnN/s400/530868-R1-18-19.jpg" border="0" /></a> Creepy portrait, but I really like how the light is treating my face here. The lace-like grid on the door of the old electric room is amazing.<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtomkcTTdNcPwGy9qgNfkWkP4fJ7ke5JUWg_-RBJ878x1hcnloDXxtXqOdMrtgnbeHWAhesX6QE_bKAuT3VDWpneFm1qi2N2_gzaimhonvh9GyiUZH_dUiOmtur1CsaeeITl-uyral-KKs/s1600-h/530868-R1-15-22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306125168264287682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtomkcTTdNcPwGy9qgNfkWkP4fJ7ke5JUWg_-RBJ878x1hcnloDXxtXqOdMrtgnbeHWAhesX6QE_bKAuT3VDWpneFm1qi2N2_gzaimhonvh9GyiUZH_dUiOmtur1CsaeeITl-uyral-KKs/s400/530868-R1-15-22.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306127159005428770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hiRHXdpJH9yHf9THAMWKVyI_fPnSP8b2BDaE_Ojei_PSz9vzQgAgQd8J0kRUQMlxvSGueFEAoiNSLJ_AkRoV6u-zDA2ruRH2WGTV81cQkeuzq3NLtUY_o5d2g9xOI15s9dF7Jwss5dXa/s400/530868-R1-10-27.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div>Can you see my face in the water?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306126405105673058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJW_xb2aErHk66ZFdJZCJc7pIjDJ-rIs3FCGIzTyilFDl0YylaIvaqp076Ot30BOeuJpQPIUeIV0yxEU21GYJd7kLdijkbq6DaF6CuBAL7QF-4UUrTKcK1euibcjkc5xf_79rdxCdj1ju1/s400/530868-R1-06-31.jpg" border="0" /> Naturally I had to hide in the corner at least once.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306126431102373682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrxeNkxR5_wrAtc1Xb-ErKVzpjya1LB9NQB6NJWVDxyoGi2q2KwQn8wSJTKHsoaB_4eRvpQx1PYX-gi_-VDmCz94zwk8ib6pmMkaMdZ7iquU6zLRxu_YB3G-m8eXOpBfEy07dxFIeveDD/s400/530868-R1-05-32.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Thanks Eva and Dustin!</p><p>There's more from this day, a roll I haven't finished plus some other places we explored, although this was by far the best location that day. I will probably post some more plus a couple outtakes in another entry. . . Eva of course took some pictures as well so I will post a link to her blog when she posts them (although you can always access her blog, <em>Eye Wonder,</em> from my sidebar, "Other Photo Blogs")</p>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-43395704640034273782009-02-11T20:05:00.000-08:002009-02-11T20:55:32.168-08:00O'er near exit 19<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6gcVCAvkylhec7QEvW4NvzNZxf06nhr-W3dvdC58ee1474klqdT9V5WHw_cpGUfiDDSaSSb_RsBqlWSIsNJvFZbGgyI__xtWJyg7ozNjQehbi9MHEUPy73_7J_gmgmSawnQn-eAiY6FAs/s1600-h/350296-R1-00-36.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301763031870045970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6gcVCAvkylhec7QEvW4NvzNZxf06nhr-W3dvdC58ee1474klqdT9V5WHw_cpGUfiDDSaSSb_RsBqlWSIsNJvFZbGgyI__xtWJyg7ozNjQehbi9MHEUPy73_7J_gmgmSawnQn-eAiY6FAs/s200/350296-R1-00-36.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My lovely driver Tia took me out to a roofless house near exit 19. It was a sunny day. She read in the grass while I performed/made photographs in the space. The melodic beep of my camera's self timer lulled her off to sleep.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAA6saFDCh8eZ6nc1yLtewWNwMLZQ_NNH3TRYJBg1W13vnMuf5m5foZQ9IFcO3LaFDmHyjQgQ_agwItg8xe4MWudey7k5CgWIXIM57BisAW0z6YThHLkARmWS_XWEKjD5DAzSb8p58f1m/s1600-h/350296-R1-01-35.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div></div><br />The space I found was excellent. I interacted with it. This is what came of it.<br /><div><br /><div>Doors and windows. . .</div><div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301759269529920162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpWhVBf9F5qrTemmnbnE3CqntG_VVecphvcbhQYL385jgR14ImGpP_ArgKhGNVMXKD9MJuQcXcUZH_D6HMjNxz_U6BCCHbWAQjzhnxjboP45Mwz0Qf42FKpZYVrVG86ZT_loO2xSUWuKn/s400/350295-R1-23-13A.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301760582389914178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXR8DZQLyOqm1gUcWJUcg2STJmQzcqasOjnXbKA651NRdH6OUBcw2l1xD00Rkq0BANuboMXHspUgKvoFlTWrvyTfNUuOZmHc-1JrP0ZrvqIYcCLJtjWBkKbEScq6Itw8jkNod_qvb5jjpx/s400/350295-R1-03-33A.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoOscqts1uiEFLuidqLNHdL4hxBh6eTDHKKu0OJnoAp5TWn-9jeYUGbpO9YMwoXErP8BjtcTWOqgtlQTIeVEY2WACZE0ur532_vWYf4njaef2yU7B_JbWLvCWeAiBQGBLVVvBcF5XFDCx/s1600-h/350295-R1-19-17A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301759276051508034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoOscqts1uiEFLuidqLNHdL4hxBh6eTDHKKu0OJnoAp5TWn-9jeYUGbpO9YMwoXErP8BjtcTWOqgtlQTIeVEY2WACZE0ur532_vWYf4njaef2yU7B_JbWLvCWeAiBQGBLVVvBcF5XFDCx/s400/350295-R1-19-17A.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>Always hiding from the light. . .<br /><br /></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivMWWk8MIn1ucJs8XS04SLNLkHnwhZsDZtphVlKTJlM9Dx4CipAXgda8dgFOX_1UuLM_2Q4LHYn3wfWvlO14NdUUtGFEXIoO3gVBWCIY_tq7Copf1UUjSanm95lLy2qmyT5bCRbn2sSIBh/s1600-h/350295-R1-08-28A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301758307420541042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivMWWk8MIn1ucJs8XS04SLNLkHnwhZsDZtphVlKTJlM9Dx4CipAXgda8dgFOX_1UuLM_2Q4LHYn3wfWvlO14NdUUtGFEXIoO3gVBWCIY_tq7Copf1UUjSanm95lLy2qmyT5bCRbn2sSIBh/s400/350295-R1-08-28A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQrHrvQDet-DajtDj2Do7VoednTlKe7oB84QyfjBajucMQ1rkN41LMR08RKJLuKxLM1ezXkGbcuxiZ1hVz48vQcu9Yjs2K9XCclM-q65SC4cBu1a_LE6gSfs43HHb7llFeu_znURoxVZE/s1600-h/350295-R1-14-22A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301758312491109874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQrHrvQDet-DajtDj2Do7VoednTlKe7oB84QyfjBajucMQ1rkN41LMR08RKJLuKxLM1ezXkGbcuxiZ1hVz48vQcu9Yjs2K9XCclM-q65SC4cBu1a_LE6gSfs43HHb7llFeu_znURoxVZE/s400/350295-R1-14-22A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Performing in space. . .<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301761768840517250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFw0pq4g1nhPFaipiHydRnMsXXbmU0b0emSz2SzudFF3kch_6zn33ca9aw_jwG8ZPCwsHfpQyjtzpHPwmJOsT4ZNoTgOxR9Npl6jkUhFW4hBjUZNklYyzf342cchQFpusc5I559TEDG4x5/s400/350296-R1-29-7.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4Ik5jq4jmEk8oCXxwm2vS7XOzfWGoxJX4AKiwBvFKO3QNuBVGIOeLMDQFw19iwi7aRFH7CdA3TVe6MOXJ73DVDe16fPvILiFx0w-5ajRcjdN2Vmw-ObP2rHzN_KqCEbmxx2e5pWSn_qH/s1600-h/350295-R1-01-35A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301758312195454306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4Ik5jq4jmEk8oCXxwm2vS7XOzfWGoxJX4AKiwBvFKO3QNuBVGIOeLMDQFw19iwi7aRFH7CdA3TVe6MOXJ73DVDe16fPvILiFx0w-5ajRcjdN2Vmw-ObP2rHzN_KqCEbmxx2e5pWSn_qH/s400/350295-R1-01-35A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301761773724184914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI47pdl20l6endTzCAhhBqmCtlXy92JYN8Pn5e24jk4-SIwFZg6jOK-I-XorqXK7lS_hTLzfwp35RK-WReed9YT5KsCPwnWsaOZG3zQtRsakjG4J4hkE-rOTzqhPAUx7sR8MWi96UsoVdZ/s400/350296-R1-24-12.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301761771365413458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXCdlIgU7HY8yVihkSXPcFATYssKmSlLj0wkDuuOjF_oq0n04Z6LkRr7kyuvUFpSB86c_6kMilgitKe1l9kAOPO-75FzNxZiNLth_bYPoXw-Kkgsf6pNhvABMGSgDLP0ZGv6dLTjO5_Uh/s400/350296-R1-13-23.jpg" border="0" /><br />I am beginning to think of billing myself as a "performance artist." The longer I spend as an art student the more I become accustomed to the fact that an artist is as much the persona he or she projects as the work he/she does. I don't want to go as far as Warhol, but I recognize how I market my working methods are at least as important as the work created. That is, if I ever want to depend on my art for my income, which I don't necesarily want to do. That being said, I do perform in these spaces. The more I am asked about my working methods the more I find that it is true. I find so much inspiration from the space, it is literally an elated feeling, because I know the most intriguing spaces yield the most compelling results, the most compelling photographs. I find myself drawn to perform in the space, yet only in the most ambiguous of ways, and sometimes hinting at a narrative, walking through the frame or gazing into the distance. Other times I perform strange or banal actions, seemingly meaningless, perhaps symbolic but not determinably so. I am often hiding, sometimes I seem dead.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>So what am I doing? Making photographs? Or documenting a series of mini-performances, enacted alone, no witness but myself and the camera. No proof but the photograph.</div><div></div><div></div><div>I suppose I could think of it that way, but unless it was always me composing the documentation, I would not accept it. And the performance is enacted specifically for the purposes of documentation. And I insist on using color film, not digital. Certainly not the most convenient method to record a performance. So I suppose I hold on to my photographic roots yet.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>But when I ask myself, if someone took my camera away, what kind of art would I make, and then I ask myself, if someone took my body away, then what kind of art would I make, well. . . I think I have more trouble answering the second.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301759276789869986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_q59n-RxNPNJeqXfSbkoRiDY-CwsBYI0RbQXBz0eZPhfUq51MgzwmsL3q4LuSXo9npmGbwQB85cG-qP4REMDeqKcxMMAIRRKR9lkSKo5C-Qr3mOO0PwLaUv3J6vco1eL6VraBXvlCz7N/s400/350295-R1-16-20A.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-43476655781468555022009-02-06T16:36:00.000-08:002009-02-06T17:50:20.604-08:00Annihilating with light.Photos from my last location/critique. One of my classmates is renting the house of our regular photo prof, who is on sabatical this year. She invited me to come photograph in this crazy storage shack. The fact that I am photographing on my photo professor's property without her knowing it is just kind of funny to me. Erika, if you read this someday, I hope you don't mind!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MUdFMuMkhdyo1mdMdG2s4J7iHOowsXdO28pngusKAhaPai7otBNEVRjncGcJkA1l8zz26NmaFHDDkz4qU2dN-zfazdJRnRHbJIyGSWaVZk3px3PMnDT4s9amR_zwGppIe94fiHQvTCG2/s1600-h/350360-R1-17-19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299864085995140498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MUdFMuMkhdyo1mdMdG2s4J7iHOowsXdO28pngusKAhaPai7otBNEVRjncGcJkA1l8zz26NmaFHDDkz4qU2dN-zfazdJRnRHbJIyGSWaVZk3px3PMnDT4s9amR_zwGppIe94fiHQvTCG2/s400/350360-R1-17-19.jpg" border="0" /></a> This got totally flipped the wrong way but it sort of looks cool and I'm too lazy to fix it right now.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzAdrJO7hd8TU73TEqPNeVh1xItLJ0tuaQo2F9Z9RX5R8HuwFIbYnQ9gLSplUAKqiw6HTj1hegQrR28kPpIAcsm2COrQOEibBvw2sa8KBaRc8fWk2Vf6Ypw-U0PZz3XHaMyJTQ4n0eKKve/s1600-h/350360-R1-20-16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299864081221095218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzAdrJO7hd8TU73TEqPNeVh1xItLJ0tuaQo2F9Z9RX5R8HuwFIbYnQ9gLSplUAKqiw6HTj1hegQrR28kPpIAcsm2COrQOEibBvw2sa8KBaRc8fWk2Vf6Ypw-U0PZz3XHaMyJTQ4n0eKKve/s400/350360-R1-20-16.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299863480050344386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHX1okNcNVyzM-N6MNJyF5sUHNZYubH68uYXFManwJBCIUUk4C6SRTfyJFTJ1a1dXh4jmRvZz2ntVjqZXeh5rL5es1dfdWcoqCNiQUv6pVz38JBTo9k9e9_Wiv_8GyuhBiKF6Dxaynhfxb/s400/350360-R1-12-24.jpg" border="0" />During this critique my photo professor made a comment that I am not using light in its more traditional sense, to reveal, but rather to conceal or annihilate.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29J47Jemk-JyZDSHvuCZZYMtCuFwm83wt-Uk-iEVp8P9GjShaaacbg2AgTnqhK3hPfejygzjaXGrh0tYg-3OcPNlXs17J33fIwoKoH8-52eUWdCsgiBpDkq-OWsdPKSQASXGzs08qWxOC/s1600-h/350360-R1-08-28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299863485233934418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29J47Jemk-JyZDSHvuCZZYMtCuFwm83wt-Uk-iEVp8P9GjShaaacbg2AgTnqhK3hPfejygzjaXGrh0tYg-3OcPNlXs17J33fIwoKoH8-52eUWdCsgiBpDkq-OWsdPKSQASXGzs08qWxOC/s400/350360-R1-08-28.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So I had made multiple plans this past weekend to photograph in different locations, but unfortunately due to circumstances uncontrollable by everyone, these all fell through. Hopefully tomorrow I'm going to go out and make it to some strong locations, the environments I photograph in seem to be the key to making the strongest photographs. There is more to work with, less to work around, and the more excited and intrigued by the environment the more energy I have, or the more "creative" I get. "Creative" in quotes because my art history professor hates that word. . .<br /><br />This last shot is probably the only one I will end up using from this series, if any. I will definitley crop it tighter around the figure, though. It's hard to see this small but the light coming in from the right on the shoulder is quite lovely.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWb6ByBlPJ8aE-EOkmG8cYQvIbcduIvHnl5LWvI8uyHPPbpK8HbESivi4n7EX1LZya7W5n9ak8lkZY0KzkQntRehMfMgFiOvbkFx1AKeSgjaXtrH6i8MsWqhb5IqNQqe7zGYpr1SjQLCy/s1600-h/350360-R1-26-10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299863481754475826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWb6ByBlPJ8aE-EOkmG8cYQvIbcduIvHnl5LWvI8uyHPPbpK8HbESivi4n7EX1LZya7W5n9ak8lkZY0KzkQntRehMfMgFiOvbkFx1AKeSgjaXtrH6i8MsWqhb5IqNQqe7zGYpr1SjQLCy/s400/350360-R1-26-10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-53970760411788187022009-01-27T16:11:00.000-08:002009-01-27T16:34:30.736-08:00Contact Sheet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GTAM8y1ahgXSQcD7JHZ6GjWoXcjkvheNvrhC3IQd1d2Ur8Hfvae3VCfepgQLjE2Ld7ZG_ySfLDrDQCKo1XdO2gJNxXHcx74FYKWcmYHrTpSyhMBwr-c4AIiYVj1nQDDKbkPzYRBV8mP9/s1600-h/contact.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GTAM8y1ahgXSQcD7JHZ6GjWoXcjkvheNvrhC3IQd1d2Ur8Hfvae3VCfepgQLjE2Ld7ZG_ySfLDrDQCKo1XdO2gJNxXHcx74FYKWcmYHrTpSyhMBwr-c4AIiYVj1nQDDKbkPzYRBV8mP9/s400/contact.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296132488351133730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Only in her worst nightmares. . .<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSgsMQBnts4c20wWQ-5NKFCy36MvDu7e8LdGmrVu2h6beG8qSAtXt9k81HYJkbDQ7i_YIwUzFsei-qMIPAnyKsJoLD0jG8XB6EGZG0H8TDejRQPTthSZEF9pQjE0MVP28cCF09A5HdAXE/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSgsMQBnts4c20wWQ-5NKFCy36MvDu7e8LdGmrVu2h6beG8qSAtXt9k81HYJkbDQ7i_YIwUzFsei-qMIPAnyKsJoLD0jG8XB6EGZG0H8TDejRQPTthSZEF9pQjE0MVP28cCF09A5HdAXE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296135074272925826" border="0" /></a><br />Reaching up.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcl3MwyAg3ibyZPfbq3yluAl2Nzoikodf2z7RsnGS8YDPmpvp3YpkZE4vmlbpnY8ZympablRRlz3aRixH5GrE_4Cwsx24Z32-vKaxukZTrFQvxP_p1UMOmWhowhTXwU0npmmD5zXHRuEY/s1600-h/img001+copy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcl3MwyAg3ibyZPfbq3yluAl2Nzoikodf2z7RsnGS8YDPmpvp3YpkZE4vmlbpnY8ZympablRRlz3aRixH5GrE_4Cwsx24Z32-vKaxukZTrFQvxP_p1UMOmWhowhTXwU0npmmD5zXHRuEY/s400/img001+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296131566160522050" border="0" /></a><br />Proof of the existence. . .<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiIkYRrDkxqecS3VB2RIIKHm1rxEOiGEzPObJKrzm01yhIxcfcVaJQymcEHSZUBx7ZsPiF8aLQZknG-uirb65SOKLWwBroVKjzGjFlzQHs5CfhwSW2vDMdMalKmzm0r2lcRHnSzmwY83TP/s1600-h/img001+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiIkYRrDkxqecS3VB2RIIKHm1rxEOiGEzPObJKrzm01yhIxcfcVaJQymcEHSZUBx7ZsPiF8aLQZknG-uirb65SOKLWwBroVKjzGjFlzQHs5CfhwSW2vDMdMalKmzm0r2lcRHnSzmwY83TP/s400/img001+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296130624301071490" border="0" /></a>The artist at home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaRDm2l3XK8Cc7N22wRLD9lMK4NZ6q1tmkVWH0K_bRrHaxVPLGZTPbK7WROWvoX0ZGcymkl79-Zi0CHgtF8Rsq6PrRKeARN6X-HmSNixqU2I3IYowkxgNtO1BFPWPu6rhjPNlBCbubeui/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaRDm2l3XK8Cc7N22wRLD9lMK4NZ6q1tmkVWH0K_bRrHaxVPLGZTPbK7WROWvoX0ZGcymkl79-Zi0CHgtF8Rsq6PrRKeARN6X-HmSNixqU2I3IYowkxgNtO1BFPWPu6rhjPNlBCbubeui/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296133959032318274" border="0" /></a></div><br />Black and white certainly is romantic. I love it, it makes me excited to look at it, to do it, to make it come from my own hands. I just don't know if it's what I'm doing right now. . .Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-84829394560024209152009-01-23T16:52:00.000-08:002009-01-23T17:21:20.668-08:00photoshop madness<a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2055/130/119/177100226/n177100226_30576296_8361.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2055/130/119/177100226/n177100226_30576296_8361.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2055/130/119/177100226/n177100226_30576300_4358.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2055/130/119/177100226/n177100226_30576352_4233.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div></div><p></p><br /><p>These are what I was messing around doing while waiting for my film to dry. . . they are all scans of prints from color negatives edited in photoshop.</p><br /><p>Today I developed black and white film for the first time in. . . over a year. Yeah, over a year. I've never been good at the putting film on to the reel part, so naturally I was nervous about my year hiatus, but it went a lot better than I thought it would. Also the instructions for developing black and white have changed (like they wanted me to rinse with water instead of using stop bath. wtf?) so I had to sort of. . . go from memory on parts of it. And getting the water to the right temperature has always been a problem in that lab. And none of the thermometers are calibrated correctly.</p><br /><p>However, despite all those slight caveats, I think my film turned out really well. I made it all the way back over thanksgiving weekend, you can see the series I did in color of that location <a href="http://www.amandaclaireandersonball.blogspot.com/2008/12/squatters-paradise.html">here</a>. The ones of the bathroom look like they turned out cool. And I also took some of me sitting in my apartment, with some pretty dramatic light coming in through the slats in my blinds. So those might turn out well. I really wanted to wait for them to dry and develop them right away, but started sneezing really badly and otherwise feeling sick so I had to go. Oh well. Anyway I am excited for it.</p></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-76064427459946915942009-01-20T11:41:00.000-08:002009-01-20T11:54:45.668-08:00Artist StatementThis is a draft of the statement I'm planning on using for my BFA exhibition. I thought it might be good to put up since I don't really talk seriously about the conceptual aspects of my work in this blog. I rattle off a few thoughts but don't really take the time to do anything but joke about it, partially because it's hard work to think and write concisely about it, but mostly because I am afraid to let people know my true thoughts. So maybe this will give you a snippet of an idea of what I'm thinking about, where I'm trying to let this work take me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Living in abandoned houses (ideas of home)<br /><br />These images are about the idea of houses and home. Houses are structures. They get built. They fall down. Home is something different. House is identifiable but home is unreachable. I can photograph the house I grew up in but I can never go home again.<br /><br />In a place of transition in my own life I find that I am fascinated with the idea of houses and home. I choose to photograph in spaces that could be considered dwellings but in which I could not realistically exist. These houses are in all different stages. Construction, disuse or disrepair, perhaps ultimate demolition or absence. These houses indicate my fears, of destruction, fragility, impermanence, loss. I attribute a sense of rejection or abandonment by the house, the structure, this purely transitory place. Much like this place in my life where I find I can no longer be completely who I once was, the house displaces me. I do not belong there. Yet although I do not completely belong there, in the house, I seek to connect to it. I make for myself a temporary home.</em><br /><br /><em>A house is a structure. A physical structure, static, perishable. A home is an idea. Ever-changing, fluid, damageable but indestructible. While living in abandoned houses I realize ideas of home.</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293465330675531138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQOm5ZJxzSdqdLllx9Cwd8YO0Jggm-JtIq2hj9en8filSqREg-2gmI_ShWSo9Ws2JAFR5mGc7AXGFXpEDzEH-9rF9HExtMwkh-qaKL7PgFvjmVDnHYhrzQGDJWWlUpjNXRXJrO4kdegIaU/s320/burned+down+house+2.jpg" border="0" /></em>Probably going to be the postcard for my show. The dates are April 27 to May 22, opening reception Thursday April 30. If you want me to send you a show announcement postcard, send me your address. . . I'm going to try to get them out in the beginning of March.</p><p>In other news, Barack Obama is President!!</p><p><em>"With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations."<br /></em></p>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-43491912820857351762009-01-18T23:47:00.000-08:002009-01-19T00:41:54.813-08:00Revisiting Eagle Mill RoadSo Amanda's pissed. So much so that she just can't talk about herself except in the third person. Whatev.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">So since Advanced Photo Imaging closed at 3pm Saturday I couldn't get there in time, and Sunday they are always closed. . . and I wasn't sure about the holiday. And for some odd reason I miscalculated and thought my critique was on tuesday instead of wednesday. So I thought I had to take them to Rite Aid to get them back in time. Big. Mistake.<br /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The prints I got back look terrible. I think they simply scanned the negatives and made digital prints from that, so surprisingly enough the scans look better than the prints I have. . . they are just disgusting and grainy. Although even the scans are still pretty blown out light wise, and some of the color is really crappy. So hopefully I will be able to take the negatives to API and get better prints. Let this be a lesson to you all. . . Rite Aid sucks. . . don't trust them with your art. . .<br /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">But despite that unfortunate bit of news this is one of the best locations I have ever been to.<br /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Driving home from Portland after Christmas break we took the Ashland exit, and got on to Eagle Mill Rd. Mysha pointed out a house you could see from the road up a little drive. I decided I needed to go photograph there, and two weeks later it happened.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">My friend Jared volunteered to drive me out to this location, so he and I, along with Maia and Chesaer, made the trek out. Pictured below: Jared.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292914542569926594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHW1CmbqfAmEDzwRVDjGczwDIFGAHMMWa30IPG7BQobr7mX1bxc2Yau_chVtR9CFpadCRUkAgL0UjQG8jVaogfA2OoWsz0aat4d3ovNswc9-YlJf4khhg6fWp6vfMnuaUXJ3VSf-dNkHNk/s400/35.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Maia and Chesaer waited in the car while Jared and I walked up to the house. Just walking up the drive I got excited, it was all dirt with grass growing between tire tracks. Love it! We bypassed some signage warning us away and came upon this:</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292914540146051650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNG6KfbEHLa9ubxYJw5kNFJKNSwQySf7Pv7FiKCIqFlriovLRnwS0q3S5YPiy-qe7AgIdIMqUeqHGKdB2TykvDemHF3Lmp5GqRpzlrBK0DLoI-4vngs-786yKpeB99Ee48-Bu2EdNQaQq/s400/37.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Even better yet it was surrounded by a sort of creek/ditch, it quite literally looked like a moat. We had to cross an old rickety bridge to get to the other side. On the side closest to the house some blackberry brambles grew up creating a sort of archway we had to duck under to get past. It was very story-book-esque, I almost lost a kerchief and my sweater got stuck.</div><div align="left"><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292912634899543090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FoSae63WVgfT8eAxlhhqXvYpvuDEhShF0FpoVOtWGZgrCCgDVGsRNPrBSo0JsGogyYb9F_89orTi4idprXrqidBG2Joc4qUyVA8iKCvVk_P3w3Mf9pJFZGlYo_iGeGyyBqXznQSwAg0m/s400/36.jpg" border="0" /><br />View from the house from the bridge you have to cross to get to it. <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292915170598507970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYw-81wJ5N8pGfu9g_7oUJ2bHS9XX_mRMtAwNEpVxoHCyUs3sIA4kvQXcqRN1P48dCzYG8vjo80nVt8ATlP26v8bK9NGO_VPBKxa43Z90qySMourgyp8Eb0VlKCFvayxDk5QaLnyLWIb-g/s400/17(1).jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />I started out in a little room facing out towards the little creek. If the light from the windows wasn't blown out you'd be able to see trees in the distance, maybe even the mountains. Look I was decapitated! I don't particularly care for the pic above but the one below is nice. . .<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292908999948137378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDadrG-xSTxzKvQP2f3mxrIbuv-h8odygmf9q-ZRpHenyTiCmi2Ef8dXOM7waNYgr7kvD23gmYLpQbdIXjcIyMYXgIm2wbO_VSZZR2v_-HJESeuWfnXDYobZ65I-1XgK09_z6WjQglrcpC/s400/23(1).jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">I like the light on my hand.</div><br />I had also noticed this crazy shack outside, once the sun started to set I realized I better get out there to check it out. . .<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292911032221589986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2wYsShW-tydr_WpOZ52sYEdC7DIsGtZiV4zsB9ON00Yil3pTsKBnWK0DLZXG9fnJBZ_49NXJpeoXtPOZGL0Cq5ne53pPGnPGRjyQyxP6epUEwid1PQq8aik-Ro48jo2S8u_ll91LmFgf/s400/32(1).jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">I crawled under it. . . (wicked witch of the east, anyone?)</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292915163743133794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIwPDsJlOx16Uk4gB5iiaI6ieyOpkZC0-Txu5X6DP7P_60pi5DgmSAN9jlkcHLxTy68btL2jRkBkDMPecHKkr1uaFIUgENd7d7-XIo2I8mumeXePi1kdR57vthDP8zFCBTrkrXep9R5Zk/s400/33(1).jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">. . .and into it. . .<br /><br /></p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292912637515662498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh45VQFX700kK2HXQtjthWHqWzjNgd28J_3_MQd4PTBNWu30nKY0-tEohMEIga0UuycTyYM9h5-Zml7aaKjD_-g2DRX6WGQDeOZAjwkQrZsiZnS5rL3-exzg4Qh0ozfwPHrxmYZEtFTlJzl/s400/36(1).jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center">. . .and all around inside.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292913561468120226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsawz4sp0Sittn_D5R9KOZqzJBZdf8butQQVlZ3BUdR1TxXc7JSgVCE8ZJe9sJSTuVNVbjij91Wz89rbtp0BnyK3czLzaMG2kgMNs4YjwHbyKSN7ZRa_n9gCHxXDK8FyIz8k8ZNNkPr84j/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /><br />Only frame like this. . . camera was on just a few inches off of the ground. I wish I didn't look so awkward because otherwise it's a super cool image.<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292908997124535826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcpdhlcxTftJrM_VctdWjmj0kEYKjqZTykIDT3IoAt0MCrzt4w6gI2lcLfVBfiWLiCO-aj3EqPRPZc7T7IX4cZcpyjxzud7QWgPEZwUp2v5ljPJ5SvVngu6rb2bQ6EAW35hwfZaF1XJwUP/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /></p><br />One of my favs. I could see my own breath so I would time my breathing so that I would exhale when the shutter clicked. . . it didn't show up in any of them. Oh well.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292911026478490530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6NiXrl0iK8AxkiA4Ht8xLz6G6cc5LUb6N-iERBCR47jJli-q34qKu9tBIIGjDCNBCCMIg9NcHnJahCfEsNg0_EPoxO_kEsJS-PZ1gviqqBNkjRRYV4qYTG-YLYaRTt1cMpY4OeQpXSTwW/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />You can barely see me. Just the way I like it. <p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292913565125779138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRDNH_7scU5dvllEHyEzc9RSDJc4Zy6CJUkLCCNLV6TPkzDrVGWscGwQ6VJAP6-aNdnEbFcywlR6GV7tsmZ5XWrCeOybrWQY2iVAgqjgWWJewAAqKZDDGFpN8cwOXTodzJX-_sMqwOjxU/s400/31.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><p align="center">Towards the end I was trying to just snap off context frames so I could finish my roll of film, but I kept noticing frames that looked so cool I couldn't pass them up! So this is one of those.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="left">All in all this was a most excellent location, a wonderful photographic event for me! I can't help feeling like these are getting better, although I guess the real test will be when I print them in 16 x 20 myself. . . which will hopefully only lead to better print quality, more control over color, etc. Which reminds me I need to research what kind of filters hoper needs. </p><p align="left">Thanks again to Mysha for pointing this location out, Jared for driving me out there, and Maia and Chesaer for waiting patiently in the car. And remember, when you're driving by that old abandoned building. . . think of me. . .</p>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-30082403635779857342009-01-14T18:46:00.000-08:002009-01-14T18:56:08.612-08:00Digital Media<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPkqKcyWwlqftgl_Gc4yykvCusuhE8zt8FF91LcIw214ieoPiJcU-ReIUfScltutV8pYKeTdnkD2t7S-E26vXC4v_2s8pUvSXs9XsynPrQAXsBEragLsaVeFwQ0jU-al0Wtj-7wVftTHH/s1600-h/hair+cut+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291346471737784050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPkqKcyWwlqftgl_Gc4yykvCusuhE8zt8FF91LcIw214ieoPiJcU-ReIUfScltutV8pYKeTdnkD2t7S-E26vXC4v_2s8pUvSXs9XsynPrQAXsBEragLsaVeFwQ0jU-al0Wtj-7wVftTHH/s400/hair+cut+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Capturing some digital images on my cell phone camera today, this photograph struck me. Today in photography we were discussing articles dealing with photography since the advent of digital media, how it has challenged the idea of the "real", the photograph as an original object, even the need for further image making (we are so image saturated that you can literally produce any scene you like using found photographs). What is the difference between virtual and real? Can I "catch up" with old friends on facebook, have a "conversation" over text message, if I post a picture of myself today (as above), are you seeing me? Why is my face important? If you can see it, does it mean that I am there?</div><div> </div><div>Maybe, someday, this is what all self portraits will look like?</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-65021115249639354682009-01-11T21:48:00.000-08:002009-01-11T21:59:24.477-08:00Old family photos.Old family photos from my dad's side. . . darn those Brits.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizP3j_f5CnHVDFVAT4_b3ZzWPrMap_aWZ-rSjcFzC9VUmt1tvvFeIb21IEilbKsAeit4AVNHfcEg3dL1OaZAeRHm2XGxMlG-tX5vkmilW-Kdwy7HExbDMjaSIVCwr1QZCcDrAm9JFQrVLw/s1600-h/scan0013-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290281339538537906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizP3j_f5CnHVDFVAT4_b3ZzWPrMap_aWZ-rSjcFzC9VUmt1tvvFeIb21IEilbKsAeit4AVNHfcEg3dL1OaZAeRHm2XGxMlG-tX5vkmilW-Kdwy7HExbDMjaSIVCwr1QZCcDrAm9JFQrVLw/s400/scan0013-1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Grandma Marge & Grandpa Albie. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaLscVsJMFBKLHce9D-0hshnxJSq_2dkyNbgz1ge8zRcSD_mJRttJnE8CXvICA9WFUJxLKLb_hOjgrHiNxRGXhb9bfR-E1loHa2sbaOu5LIwa5V5XBhcclHDPs9PdtggSmsJSWoHFCb10D/s1600-h/scan0015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290281336338294162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaLscVsJMFBKLHce9D-0hshnxJSq_2dkyNbgz1ge8zRcSD_mJRttJnE8CXvICA9WFUJxLKLb_hOjgrHiNxRGXhb9bfR-E1loHa2sbaOu5LIwa5V5XBhcclHDPs9PdtggSmsJSWoHFCb10D/s400/scan0015.jpg" border="0" /></a>My dad with his mother.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98mzSRgv0EsRMAZPuSiM1v9Q9F1kAMpwziU8m3N09jD-FT9_niN-3QYS-NxZCxAkMePuWsywhUFLHEu_z5TbAfMweapUQ5yqgltT9rMDOPkkdGcZMqVaivZ1oynFgWDFusS2m5yFS6hMQ/s1600-h/img370.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290281335110388466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98mzSRgv0EsRMAZPuSiM1v9Q9F1kAMpwziU8m3N09jD-FT9_niN-3QYS-NxZCxAkMePuWsywhUFLHEu_z5TbAfMweapUQ5yqgltT9rMDOPkkdGcZMqVaivZ1oynFgWDFusS2m5yFS6hMQ/s400/img370.jpg" border="0" /></a>Yes, the lovely bird is my father in drag.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVA06gvQ3I-uWt0b6NdmeU3gNd8Ik5k8Bf-mvroecsQnw4D2sMUTQAh7walgOtL3g7myZx4yPKiDjY1zzxFIvO4LtGVIJHv6h5KutwVyyReHCjf95bPDw_PrW6x5FM0PKiHIUOQvvoSH3/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290280449465737154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVA06gvQ3I-uWt0b6NdmeU3gNd8Ik5k8Bf-mvroecsQnw4D2sMUTQAh7walgOtL3g7myZx4yPKiDjY1zzxFIvO4LtGVIJHv6h5KutwVyyReHCjf95bPDw_PrW6x5FM0PKiHIUOQvvoSH3/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah I really couldn't tell ya. What the heck is that green thing?<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYSpGHmT1_VSu56aWlaqbogNergXwBXraLhmtOFY8gq_LqLBaPolLnJ-yWonjGGIyoEO5PxwSaLAXD22AzJTRxHM9JLlaJHaEtNJRBPLwVp_yyR-vGXifuZ23Juy0qEA3LTdLPMEmVtTj/s1600-h/img371.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290280441585846594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYSpGHmT1_VSu56aWlaqbogNergXwBXraLhmtOFY8gq_LqLBaPolLnJ-yWonjGGIyoEO5PxwSaLAXD22AzJTRxHM9JLlaJHaEtNJRBPLwVp_yyR-vGXifuZ23Juy0qEA3LTdLPMEmVtTj/s400/img371.jpg" border="0" /></a> My Grandmother.<br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpC1SeD7hnvoEie6n8s9haF_UWpRsUMpWojPmYj2W96z7OKx-SGz_IbrpZTHNqpTFO8SJ-ghfUXIQA2kUc7e92ghs3leE3uh5Lrsxbkxeh4BRsyRzOqxSqAQkozwDI62uaQlnVliw6lm_/s1600-h/img369.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290280432787907874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpC1SeD7hnvoEie6n8s9haF_UWpRsUMpWojPmYj2W96z7OKx-SGz_IbrpZTHNqpTFO8SJ-ghfUXIQA2kUc7e92ghs3leE3uh5Lrsxbkxeh4BRsyRzOqxSqAQkozwDI62uaQlnVliw6lm_/s400/img369.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My dad, my uncle, German Shepard, my grandma Margie. That's what I'm going to look like someday, by the way. (Like my grandma, not the Shepard.) I adore this picture, it's so lovely.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I love going back to old photographs. These are just scans my Uncle sent me, but there is nothing like the look of them. Don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-technology. . . but sometimes I don't understand how people can take a digital picture and be satisfied. I want something I can feel and touch. I want to reach back.</div></div></div><br /></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-8673433172094909612009-01-07T15:58:00.000-08:002009-01-07T16:06:05.930-08:00The doors.Just for fun. While in Portland.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpOCOr8LIWpFbE2DY8di-iRo3iBHHAb0Z6QddI3RCdp2ObJRf8d8dnK3mL4tMbKTC0Hg457ha5CxzRPbUfJZHAKulnJXXJLoxqXdOQKqDa_HZPvzz_xFCoani-zZkZJN484uMUe9-OaaH/s1600-h/me+and+green+door.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288706667427441522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpOCOr8LIWpFbE2DY8di-iRo3iBHHAb0Z6QddI3RCdp2ObJRf8d8dnK3mL4tMbKTC0Hg457ha5CxzRPbUfJZHAKulnJXXJLoxqXdOQKqDa_HZPvzz_xFCoani-zZkZJN484uMUe9-OaaH/s400/me+and+green+door.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYeVGOx4jcnBT0iO2RTJwY6lQ7UB5HrkoEE0iUjF0B4ehkK085bRbWQKWB3LzdNJxzO7ePUk2i7ahmzhz3RUoNLj138kg2f5rnOMWNpiDV0CH24hYZo7FOanqlLtTnGOhAC_buMAf32nU/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288706662130026002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYeVGOx4jcnBT0iO2RTJwY6lQ7UB5HrkoEE0iUjF0B4ehkK085bRbWQKWB3LzdNJxzO7ePUk2i7ahmzhz3RUoNLj138kg2f5rnOMWNpiDV0CH24hYZo7FOanqlLtTnGOhAC_buMAf32nU/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1U0G26ZE5CRxpqlBVAOJaoVpdjxqBj5DpleD2cFb8dEP1DDfyZ32eInpMuIAsrKD9sCHzpblbrUcxfV5GGJ-bWFWkG-EVRrxr0tXPrUvCEGBuSGKl-CuZcTfYLHKBjctbgmH3vXAmh9X5/s1600-h/me+and+green+door+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288706679276519634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1U0G26ZE5CRxpqlBVAOJaoVpdjxqBj5DpleD2cFb8dEP1DDfyZ32eInpMuIAsrKD9sCHzpblbrUcxfV5GGJ-bWFWkG-EVRrxr0tXPrUvCEGBuSGKl-CuZcTfYLHKBjctbgmH3vXAmh9X5/s400/me+and+green+door+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-18117357749208098402009-01-02T22:25:00.000-08:002009-01-02T23:09:09.130-08:00Odds and ends.So I've spent two weeks in Portland. So far, in that amount of time, I have shot. . . half a roll of film. Finishing the roll I started the day before my birthday. So here are those odds and ends. . .<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzqIfkrxCr7SpCBuoNQpTMCQv0NYQ-g2mw5cKPG070-fdM05yCCPnVQbhU_XArr0uWwdt-tlGZi2R9QC_uKnEZrXzYKaW3veeLVRJzyCpOZJ0OM5RdmxobtSpXvAMGprW3H1BlYBPGYpU/s1600-h/A625754-R1-02-34A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286957053761551906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzqIfkrxCr7SpCBuoNQpTMCQv0NYQ-g2mw5cKPG070-fdM05yCCPnVQbhU_XArr0uWwdt-tlGZi2R9QC_uKnEZrXzYKaW3veeLVRJzyCpOZJ0OM5RdmxobtSpXvAMGprW3H1BlYBPGYpU/s400/A625754-R1-02-34A.jpg" border="0" /></a> Inside of the incomplete Pigeon aviary in my back yard.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAsYAxkVHSy0FyQpfYvwlLBwqEvHH5hbgIfN3oD8iC3VljnZiGHb8QHZnogC5eheL9vccdaKAgww3tXdJ3ebkuUXrXi5vIPnO9ALIx4mMzXyyP75f15HuYBO3MxUyWbz5wzSCJHFP7h03B/s1600-h/A625754-R1-01-35A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286957043652483458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAsYAxkVHSy0FyQpfYvwlLBwqEvHH5hbgIfN3oD8iC3VljnZiGHb8QHZnogC5eheL9vccdaKAgww3tXdJ3ebkuUXrXi5vIPnO9ALIx4mMzXyyP75f15HuYBO3MxUyWbz5wzSCJHFP7h03B/s400/A625754-R1-01-35A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH1HOZlXnjcNyFsKEKlnK1TYBmoKx0mMvUwImyjktXJUmMuMx729XnQABKXQ1mXDM8TD2a4TapeL_5u1Xc_zoajufYwC4p8wqQk1lh9hryna3Z2yRbt0_j5iTmZQhVSVFgAGekFQknfv4t/s1600-h/A625754-R1-00-36A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286954511416791074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH1HOZlXnjcNyFsKEKlnK1TYBmoKx0mMvUwImyjktXJUmMuMx729XnQABKXQ1mXDM8TD2a4TapeL_5u1Xc_zoajufYwC4p8wqQk1lh9hryna3Z2yRbt0_j5iTmZQhVSVFgAGekFQknfv4t/s400/A625754-R1-00-36A.jpg" border="0" /></a> I like hands on windows.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkm-XxILoFbgovPp9TNOGwQQ47IKdv6UM_RccVY9PahgF2jjhTgJljZ3QwVUjnRQelYmu0HjpJpkUDNzUJhjeREifqbVORt1aRM7icLoZ1_PoHfJuyLjWXaBKLrXRHoaKdCL0ZqfMB0yYc/s1600-h/A625754-R1-25-10A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286954507690087426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkm-XxILoFbgovPp9TNOGwQQ47IKdv6UM_RccVY9PahgF2jjhTgJljZ3QwVUjnRQelYmu0HjpJpkUDNzUJhjeREifqbVORt1aRM7icLoZ1_PoHfJuyLjWXaBKLrXRHoaKdCL0ZqfMB0yYc/s400/A625754-R1-25-10A.jpg" border="0" /></a> A few shots from that same, beautiful, burned down house.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEHNHT7rg6a-UxSQEC6aa39l8TvKrTgPMDBDzpE6paLMdkHQWJaqv4M1jpjWt0HLH1ochlbi4QGkTa3MOwZ-dy4udHeHhpW2EwMqSUTV0KAc6EjU8qreNYE8sSjpoS4yPrFEjSSkBccQ6U/s1600-h/A625754-R1-29-6A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286954498241633074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEHNHT7rg6a-UxSQEC6aa39l8TvKrTgPMDBDzpE6paLMdkHQWJaqv4M1jpjWt0HLH1ochlbi4QGkTa3MOwZ-dy4udHeHhpW2EwMqSUTV0KAc6EjU8qreNYE8sSjpoS4yPrFEjSSkBccQ6U/s400/A625754-R1-29-6A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTisDv2IOE70qqZVoeU0OjH9SeXWT2CVfyrzCcTMUEvuYUWOg27IDhi1RPDF8HVG2rMtf8CcXlzYRgMZULsu6Uym9Mlpus3tVghqYmK3FhV2ytR8DCNGJu41V81xeyhvBB3DEfPdqajXIk/s1600-h/A625754-R1-31-4A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286951920403856594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTisDv2IOE70qqZVoeU0OjH9SeXWT2CVfyrzCcTMUEvuYUWOg27IDhi1RPDF8HVG2rMtf8CcXlzYRgMZULsu6Uym9Mlpus3tVghqYmK3FhV2ytR8DCNGJu41V81xeyhvBB3DEfPdqajXIk/s400/A625754-R1-31-4A.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">My idea for my thesis exhibition was to center around the idea of houses and home. A problem I am forseeing is the diversity of my environments. . . in my drafted statement I mention that the dwellings I choose are in all stages, construction, decay, disrepair. . . and I like that concept, but I'm finding that my strongest photographs are all of dwellings in total disrepair or abandonment. Hm. So that either means an adjustment to my statement or an adjustment of my photo-making strategy. . . ie more locations that aren't burned down houses! Or more attention paid to them. Hm. Just don't know. Anyone know of any cool constuction sites? Or beautiful empty buildings that <em>aren't</em> broken down? Need 'em.<br /></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-21825784234171477962008-12-30T14:26:00.001-08:002008-12-30T15:15:48.005-08:00The Photography of Francesca Woodman<a href="http://www.heenan.net/woodman"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.heenan.net/woodman/francesca-w/43fwdmn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>These are works by <a href="http://www.heenan.net/woodman/">Francesca Woodman</a>. Check her out.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.heenan.net/woodman/"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.heenan.net/woodman/francesca-w/31fwdmn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.heenan.net/woodman/"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.heenan.net/woodman/francesca-w/29fwdmn.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-22711524094683297562008-12-25T21:12:00.000-08:002008-12-25T21:14:10.734-08:00I get by with a little help. . .<a href="http://vagabondeva.blogspot.com/2008/12/behind-camera.html">Eva's blog</a> of me at work. Yay. Eva I heart you, you don't even know.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-560306409699250772008-12-14T15:45:00.000-08:002008-12-14T19:19:39.873-08:00A Birthday Surprise. . .For my birthday surprise my friend Eva decided to take me to a burnt down house out in the "countryside". Beautiful. I decided to go traisping around in it in a vintage cashmere sweater. <div><div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279834363128993762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFP_lT6AVCFTh4_Z4zij_Em9BhwyrsKeEhXh7F10aoPFRrqdo4Mm71NdZu81jM_y_SNuIXme0X_T0vuVR1vEnaAN7Tc6ZzpdkrKx0md4sPbj38maItx6UtTursJc02c8YOUpQ0I2Y2w9TQ/s400/356867-R1-34-2A.jpg" border="0" />I started near what must have used to be a closet under the stairs.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279849461782044194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgejgZqFqKahX74emIB34I6L42LBHqzpK7gnVFjSXhfzRIkGjRsFvgyTPvkXOMXLxBGJzsbFtAjbXVSH-wHjZ8ljjpH0041ugOLTbPqT5N9eZz_f1QkCTzIO3oPE_dvW1nD-vDFbK7KQ8t8/s400/boards.jpg" border="0" /> <div>Looking through the wall.</div><div><br /> </div><div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279841090163924146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AXqoHkGQOTE45Z6lttvRGezOYphE4rcCZ6x0HSPLW1M3uh4oFDEJL8N3tpH__HMzGDF4FfSMfrHKYBX1M2L1mb-vVhpQ0gq4trZsc31QT84pnza0Glfmm5Qu02MBwg-3yE2ONM1PtvwH/s400/356867-R1-08-28A.jpg" border="0" /><br />I like all the texture in this one. And I feel like I'm glowing, like maybe I'm a ghost.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GzriWTWOh6N2cm9kJVEXvw68_onmyX8DssvuYUoVXp5yYCvNlHnLGEC6bHk6feRxiMAaHSLk76Xfewqh7MgDjzn47Q1w79sW6hCZuJJ6S8DwsQ3YrKgBCeQbdnP2FnmunvLhkWaSyRtE/s1600-h/356867-R1-27-9A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279820229528888418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GzriWTWOh6N2cm9kJVEXvw68_onmyX8DssvuYUoVXp5yYCvNlHnLGEC6bHk6feRxiMAaHSLk76Xfewqh7MgDjzn47Q1w79sW6hCZuJJ6S8DwsQ3YrKgBCeQbdnP2FnmunvLhkWaSyRtE/s400/356867-R1-27-9A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJ4i4-tPMl2LNwvOeile3xL01awKI7sjBiLh0mvUJV4k_MlVHw7BKJ-NWiVbBe5rb_khDkhmlT-Yqr-du266Ur6zmhUUQZnvrat2sESO0SM1TLR2hC3bDaD808RcfQx6HPo41o-6LVH0O/s1600-h/356867-R1-22-14A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279802255607092226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJ4i4-tPMl2LNwvOeile3xL01awKI7sjBiLh0mvUJV4k_MlVHw7BKJ-NWiVbBe5rb_khDkhmlT-Yqr-du266Ur6zmhUUQZnvrat2sESO0SM1TLR2hC3bDaD808RcfQx6HPo41o-6LVH0O/s400/356867-R1-22-14A.jpg" border="0" /></a>I like this overall composition. </div><div align="center"><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkhYDcl74HMwptlBBh6fCi_Z7oqpBn8my6YVJMQE-ZOaMc4K6VqhtgBWOZ6G8oDuwx-UwEfMT_7ieYKIEUWDpmc8FqeogFmtlAlNEBq6T1GaazukZzfggmKMTz3VUyXHF8AytRwJZ2W4I/s1600-h/356867-R1-17-19A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279802248084695202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkhYDcl74HMwptlBBh6fCi_Z7oqpBn8my6YVJMQE-ZOaMc4K6VqhtgBWOZ6G8oDuwx-UwEfMT_7ieYKIEUWDpmc8FqeogFmtlAlNEBq6T1GaazukZzfggmKMTz3VUyXHF8AytRwJZ2W4I/s400/356867-R1-17-19A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This frame is pretty popular. People like the curls, someone (Eva?) mentioned that the boards echo the form of my back. . . so some nice compositional elements. I'm also liking when I am engaged with the environment. In the preceding two photographs I am exploring the environment, and I like these compositionally. . . but conceptually I feel that it is stronger if I am interacting with the environment, having some kind of moment, not just passing through.<br /><br /><br />Eva took pictures of me taking pictures of me for her photojourn blog. Hopefully we'll get to see them soon! And thanks Eva for the best birthday surprise ever! </div></div></div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-22216102392233770662008-12-01T19:47:00.000-08:002008-12-01T21:06:17.036-08:00Squatter's ParadiseThis weekend I had friends come in from out of town to visit for the long weekend. Folks came all the way from Seattle! While showing a few friends my blog, my friend Zana told me about a super-cool abandoned house in Grants Pass. . .<br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275045118847779906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCWPhsYZmSMvu-WJwRctyZjDFaECUUrSWHP6Wjdailraqvi306y2K7847LaroGvN9gfb48lpzdPcZbeJ0MWdW4iwkzfSOxQRD_a-Qx8mq_9f-B5Y6LVOS7UWnml0JLjNWa0E4MH2diM-4/s400/355520-R1-00-36.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ignoring the convention of hiding the photograph.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div>When Stef and I drove Zana back to GP she showed us the house. Of course I had brought my trusty camera. Stef thought that someone had been squatting there and tried to make repairs but eventually gave up and left the house abandoned. . . again. We found a newspaper from the 70's.<br /><br /><br />The house was great, with water stains all over. The room I was particularly obsessed with was the bedroom, which had a single window with a plain curtain covering it. I took a few shots of me standing next to the window but they didn't really turn out, the dark interior coupled with bright light coming in threw off my light meter. But, this photo did turn out nicely.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275040865318988050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROGLkNkif9yw61bIhuG0BIGnuA0rdFAU68RKASs6os663LW9EDdXSQ8wGbtQ5-PGhZqOO6PXJaMR-nEMhCzwxI5IikGjoycRtSO3Ib2LwhW_V4cCpOuVULEaap47fCBU1kOsTyzeqzL-b/s400/window.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">I feel very influenced by Francessca Woodman in this frame.<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275051838854396706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSFlRQNGN0iY_0NM9fUKAiWOXxVoZD1DnqkP2SoN5rMCkn_QfBJr0dC1gHRkQKmhAQsuop-YqeeXegiJ5sQatAEplpPO59U-4-U5troLOZ6fD2_U23tvTA8M4OnwoeqazN6klzskAYj1c/s400/355519-R1-02-35.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">By the front door. . . I loved the wallpaper.</p><p><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275040862435297138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJCOBy8tKWmNHjTBqi-Y2Bg7cjLgCSTKtQB31Ui-IBehnrBrH8I3mjO2ST7Z1f-1ceSb1QZM1WTbgTunB-27MUhQxaMPyB2o_ctP4CG5Bg3tBimN4cIkFsSqcaihhNx_arIJ15TXuYy68_/s400/back+door.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Looking out my back door.<br /></div><br />Towards the end I also noticed an amazing shaft of light coming in through the window. Intended to use myself as the model but I had Stef pose to help me frame the photo. . . the rest is chromogenically recorded history.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037700568697266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUvy_D5Cw5iLzng3wtlBAueOY-aB1jR7cyFlDP6tCRF78CnDy5NiPBoOWp0XxTpVxfla9gAFfOgFLkkjvdAFauCpsJRFDianbs70n7cf4WleX1aijywcywKvqsM1dq8eHYT0m06haFbAA/s400/355520-R1-12-24.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037709155249090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBjaXnF2GvG6s3qH7Q5zDd_Uil7RN9EtfjVqByp7-m8WiTrxGVgjD2rJPgtd_nsK_TEzALW8VSEJ_PXeSs1i2F2WOer2HNNIuTQ7RDkEf3Fru3pj4KqRnD682bi1r38k8BO4a7Q5BbjnV/s400/355520-R1-11-25.jpg" border="0" />I think these are my favorite.</p><p align="left">I had alot of fun on this location, I made two rolls of color film and even started a roll of black and white. Hopefully someday I will re-teach myself the black and white darkroom and get those printed (only kidding, I haven't forgotten). Have you noticed that my last two locations were both reccomended to me by friends? And look how great they turned out! Thanks again to Zana for showing me this house, and Stef for being so great helping me. Everyone keep your eyes out for creepy/cool things. I could sure use them!</p><br /><p>Just for Stef. . .</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275042646478474754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS1onxo9OsCLUkLVmw0mXZ4jmO7NiBe03IVtcpqKEEgVsH9fGOAZLHyPmceN5k2b1bcI1dv19gnApVcAGQapVr0Rk69juKd5OwIkETlJDT4yoS3Yjt8drU-Q-SRkDrPMqjrHVe9AwxKtQs/s400/355520-R1-14-22.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275042642845506162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBwVSvrsDuuxeTap8UfKF9v64qghfHVYWaAQ4_46sWzHWCOuE9cEtt67MvgPLacfV_zwQ7eRWBVtkdoW_M23lbvmbTGti63U6Q3lVzMA4M2QoiB5sDUA_AFQn3kIuLCAbRzwurvAuShLo/s400/355520-R1-15-21.jpg" border="0" />Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-81433477697529793822008-11-17T10:18:00.000-08:002008-11-20T16:50:28.484-08:00After the fire died.My <a href="http://amandaclaireandersonball.blogspot.com/2008/10/photographing-historic-colver-house.html">first post</a> when starting this blog dealt with the Historic Colver House, which burned down partially (and has now, since the posting of that blog, been demolished). While working on that location I was also trying to find a lone chimney, leftover from a house that burned down, which I had also seen while driving through Phoenix. I couldn't find it at that time but was planning to ride the bus back out to Phoenix to make photographs there this past friday. The night before, while hanging out with Jeri, she told me about another location in Ashland she had seen, with another lone chimney. . .<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269730481925491570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bYDF2lXSEhVrLskI9Gj0gaCrIPw36Io81r9FpJJmZOR-h8QwLBcqZgcIVxGnSjgy6p7p3HgbXWKq6XJfaFUa8U2YOusPn0v4PH2vUIY1KhZUshtkbaFvJDOk4UYn_POAKZPtg-paTV5-/s400/259168-R1-29-7.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">In the picture in my head I rode up to the chimney with my bike.</div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269731380990511954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxluQ5P5a54I8-DscdR6Vu_6kmIoep4MEwQmoKWAvpfEgQsp8OM7AtnbnWbcRDLSt4M-akO0pBACmHgf7K9v97VIKH6AOZ8VUHGl4ol0G_Z7FRE4MV5dzk2CL68rsGwcHJJQKlpx1zY2pW/s400/259168-R1-19-17.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I focused on the weeds.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1E76h3PZdmTGx1EQUlC4JMJzkqwkTnA2vHhH3K2cXIA-vLo2zcsH34APjVIHc5qL9496D6vpQrkIoAUeflRyS78oQFDp03Yy6dQzPQ4Y7MZefVY5zbTKU3gXtnsQxOMmgZZn_pxFM8ahd/s1600-h/259164-R1-20-16A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269695667014443954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1E76h3PZdmTGx1EQUlC4JMJzkqwkTnA2vHhH3K2cXIA-vLo2zcsH34APjVIHc5qL9496D6vpQrkIoAUeflRyS78oQFDp03Yy6dQzPQ4Y7MZefVY5zbTKU3gXtnsQxOMmgZZn_pxFM8ahd/s400/259164-R1-20-16A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">An old heater & my shadow.</div><br /><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjiELCvqgU7zL-utT8F5ev_vYYjR44Xgz15Ow6-z_uqZMAFq_AEWIWE-p4HD1nudONktTthII6tQMOcq9tK7ZwqRCM9WDGOXENCBe8xKpGMZzYB_wqhFfYblqagBdd3JvpV_z-X3olgMi/s1600-h/259164-R1-25-11A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269695654506415298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjiELCvqgU7zL-utT8F5ev_vYYjR44Xgz15Ow6-z_uqZMAFq_AEWIWE-p4HD1nudONktTthII6tQMOcq9tK7ZwqRCM9WDGOXENCBe8xKpGMZzYB_wqhFfYblqagBdd3JvpV_z-X3olgMi/s400/259164-R1-25-11A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyULU4__yiQy4MFZeeKcPpnxXR-F_S8xQriId25NVGP27lTQvTdaoM1lEY4itexm53dPtR2c6qcePxThGREFibhw3bYP0MUrSSBA5d5lYb3qdjjhsca96mlvWVRDfZwDvJ24PPpb0SWm5T/s1600-h/259164-R1-21-15A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269695650124203410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyULU4__yiQy4MFZeeKcPpnxXR-F_S8xQriId25NVGP27lTQvTdaoM1lEY4itexm53dPtR2c6qcePxThGREFibhw3bYP0MUrSSBA5d5lYb3qdjjhsca96mlvWVRDfZwDvJ24PPpb0SWm5T/s400/259164-R1-21-15A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Exploring. . .</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270903945054353954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMd0skViISPCLmLflSjN7KbAdckVbBkmqZ0GuGdRCSxBjX-KJozENTmYIgRSVhvmTOurFuIaBMZ35AHfBMl7w1aALpLWbMp4_Q-DW6jngvNrUsCwp-NRE_bFQJKIElcuc8qO3jl4Y6pWN/s400/259168-R1-02-34.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><p align="center">My favorite of these by far. . . because it's creepy.<br /></p><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270905354008144162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzR8f8OWb1WFw00b77VpI_oRqiDFbk6V3ZbOYFOOejdee-JH1qAcNme_KH6QhVgg91EntD_1ZUTa8cVuMmYLjWy8OXT0LoYnlWPZQcM7_8m1YSkfYPPh85UiNBgOcSzMoet0qKZ9wloByk/s400/259168-R1-12-24.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL85nokbdE-K7uxjk61mwZCd4DaIjfQguADRj5dhgiOywwuckWnmVi-spjiUIBzdrXpxaqLvQ-MHgCx1ukZ99YI-4d50vXALcDvBgcUbmlTBhFlWvL1gfoe01wLf6MWlOmTte4SOLR1fLY/s1600-h/259164-R1-01-35A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269695644968783426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL85nokbdE-K7uxjk61mwZCd4DaIjfQguADRj5dhgiOywwuckWnmVi-spjiUIBzdrXpxaqLvQ-MHgCx1ukZ99YI-4d50vXALcDvBgcUbmlTBhFlWvL1gfoe01wLf6MWlOmTte4SOLR1fLY/s400/259164-R1-01-35A.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p>Upon completion of two rolls of film I was so excited that I hoofed my bike up to the photo shop and got them developed in the same day! Woot for being excited about photography. </p><br /><p>Now it's time for an unabashed comment solicitation. Let me know what you think! If you are looking at this and don't have a blogger account, email me at <a href="mailto:balla@students.sou.edu">balla@students.sou.edu</a>. Just so I know that you stopped by. And if anyone wants email updates whenever I post something, let me know, because there is apparently an option for me to do that. (I wouldn't dream of doing something so obnoxious without your permission so please let me know!)</p>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-25691862807938824572008-11-17T00:31:00.000-08:002008-11-17T00:48:08.914-08:00(The tweener post)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzOUhFPDuSkGLs9TchXujtLA96uZRd3H1-Iv7hvw_1icoS9GM1jj6DuUnR1_p2jgtBU3Wtm70FxH9uo_uUTmYrxhCQqSC6lTKQGs2czoTSRKrpgCb1UNLiiofexdL3dtKNPwTMuNEUkH5/s1600-h/259164-R1-30-6A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269543745197198866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzOUhFPDuSkGLs9TchXujtLA96uZRd3H1-Iv7hvw_1icoS9GM1jj6DuUnR1_p2jgtBU3Wtm70FxH9uo_uUTmYrxhCQqSC6lTKQGs2czoTSRKrpgCb1UNLiiofexdL3dtKNPwTMuNEUkH5/s400/259164-R1-30-6A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AguxB-1WGMpd7AihHvmJTTvHGEa2K9-JPp7zAN7mquel3C0JG4HtTuZVhgYj6V8pYFwo5ELTYvwbEOkJvL7bKBbTW5RO86Ly2I8JLMzGHDr4BQ_wlMSZE6TrwhHCNvzbUuT4J_NVC8PC/s1600-h/259164-R1-31-5A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269543740311396370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AguxB-1WGMpd7AihHvmJTTvHGEa2K9-JPp7zAN7mquel3C0JG4HtTuZVhgYj6V8pYFwo5ELTYvwbEOkJvL7bKBbTW5RO86Ly2I8JLMzGHDr4BQ_wlMSZE6TrwhHCNvzbUuT4J_NVC8PC/s400/259164-R1-31-5A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcYGi1DYSqrEDWJuDNFZB8YeyFEOyLF6t9A9A3n5wzWnMbXw2ClMPooyTDxon2STDcJb1nq_koBpAiIAcMD5IXR_QcyGtUSTeqlKlJnOXcr7wobIY1Fx7bEAETTx9wZLbCp0lqZoKF7X-/s1600-h/259164-R1-35-1A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269543731447776578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcYGi1DYSqrEDWJuDNFZB8YeyFEOyLF6t9A9A3n5wzWnMbXw2ClMPooyTDxon2STDcJb1nq_koBpAiIAcMD5IXR_QcyGtUSTeqlKlJnOXcr7wobIY1Fx7bEAETTx9wZLbCp0lqZoKF7X-/s400/259164-R1-35-1A.jpg" border="0" /></a> I hoofed my bike up lower east main. I was looking for what she told me I would find. I saw this there. Indentations in the grass forming a path that must have been made by car tires rolling up to where the driveway had once stood. I looked at it through the camera lens. It looked nice. I made some photographs.<br /></div><div>ok, so next time I cover "leftovers from the burn." promise.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435580040263092695.post-9566521491403572082008-11-16T23:26:00.000-08:002008-11-17T00:01:48.289-08:00Living in abandoned trailers.Yeah, so I miss being at burning man alot. So what? (Inside joke)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNM86YrAriPD2CaDPaWEBpsX0PMRhFAxlTItVLKHklGV5VJ9wp_1W8aJ2q5ucg2uB5BxDfL8CKR6o2XGIzhNENqt0RyXhyc8ars9FG5Q2Lk2We-MD9LS7CXeCHRjxGK5KLMW60qka2DbMJ/s1600-h/259164-R1-06-30A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269531857116833554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNM86YrAriPD2CaDPaWEBpsX0PMRhFAxlTItVLKHklGV5VJ9wp_1W8aJ2q5ucg2uB5BxDfL8CKR6o2XGIzhNENqt0RyXhyc8ars9FG5Q2Lk2We-MD9LS7CXeCHRjxGK5KLMW60qka2DbMJ/s400/259164-R1-06-30A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>For this, my most recent photographic event, I made two whole rolls of film! (See how hard I'm trying to use non-violent oriented photographic language? It's hard. But Sapir-Wharf hypothesis, you know?)<br /></div><div>My latest location actually offered me two subjects of environment. . .</div><br /><div>Working backwards, these were taken in/around an abandoned trailer found in my latest location. </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269531866057524818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80f7TyoVrQ9eNmaYl2nkUdcHLotcd9bKevzkK2Ud1s5OeoY6wqxz7G-ZCsp0pF_xxGZ4PkShyphenhyphenFdQB805xtqQ8ArbaUc_8BDFhXUR6-OIPEGezQ_AubRiKbdi0fcLestuY4rVSiM9qhTN3/s400/259164-R1-15-21A.jpg" border="0" />This frame will probably not make the final cut but it gives you an idea of the environment.<br /><div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269531874705272850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEW_8KOtebV4TPWRQ671APUBQhkqWw39pFvUpZ990t2h25n5FAdt6GuCMunPcaXbLI93kWkYxGKffNo362UmT_oe1FGm0FAU9gBbDKOMNMDMxkJ1x2ZWAcQLJtYb2h-0irIKxLJP3u5Y3/s400/259164-R1-10-26A.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269526778723560066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjYwRJhLbVDp_e_xkqMVBRQ2SU0PssVh1yk5X5prW0aZ8qiORjwJgg7dN3NSaUSBioYbPwfa6E5hyyIzLtG6ZwcAyBK9EgDayGz7_ZdKTwdjmhufIttmMweL9jO_rsFzDJAUeGMdQLDw2/s400/259164-R1-13-23A.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>I really like this one. The lighting is dramatic. And it creeps Eva out. Always a good sign when photography makes someone shudder.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269526783376381586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6k1HLqZpwz-bju1EdYMOaFM89_0f2eRRKDEeN6HkwOif6DQZpflD-XNjUkUxdCrmgJkoP7IjzjeF7akg194vhaI1TGhE5lJNawWTUZnWlvdvRUAdjx1C0N2eF3pHHLveY97lZU1_0xDN5/s400/259164-R1-04-32A.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>Eva liked all the layers in this one, the reflection in the window, the mountains in the distance seen through the door. It's something I probably wouldn't have thought about but I like it too. I also like that I'm looking at you. Creepy.</p><p>Much thanks to Jeri for telling me about this location. For those of you who haven't already, please note the "how can I help Amanda make photographs?" side bar on my blog.</p><p>I'm thinking of basing my thesis exhibition on ideas surrounding the theme of houses and home. Title: Living in abandoned houses. OR: Living in abandoned houses (ideas of home). Or something artsy like that.</p><p>That's the first installment from these rolls/location. Next time: the leftovers of the burn. . .</p></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17749269846852028806noreply@blogger.com0