Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
This grave was full of water and dead leaves...
the name and dates obscured by sludge and time...
but probably much enjoyed by birds.
but probably much enjoyed by birds.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Oaks 3
Enough of the oaks already. (Oak-ay.)
Maybe now I'm done?
The first one (on top) is as-taken. It was dark.
Oaks
No manipulation. The sky was that color.
Not sure if I like it or not though. Too dark. The tree on the right bothers me. Meh.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Oak 2
I still can't find the family graveyard just behind the Air Force base where my great great great grandfather is buried. It's somewhere out here.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
[Wealthy] Nomads Welcome
The Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel- supposedly haunted by Montgomery Cliff and Marilyn Monroe. The first Academy Awards were held there in 1929. The "Marilyn suite" will cost you at least $1800 a night.
The daughters from Poltergeist
Dominique's story was so pointlessly tragic- to be strangled to death by an ex- boyfriend. I took a couple of seconds to breathe in while I stood on her grave to think about that. I thought especially about her brother, Griffin Dunne, and how often he might think of her to this day. She's in the ground within a few yards of Natalie Wood, who was a friend of the family. Her father, author and journalist Dominick Dunne, just passed away a few weeks ago.
It saddened me to find that Heather's angel had either fallen off her crypt or was stolen. Her vault faces west and the sun hits that wall like a solar panel, so perhaps whatever once adhered it to the concrete melted off. Despite all the other graves we saw that day, I was only disappointed I had no flowers to leave on this one.
Truman Capote is interred in a vault caddy-corner to Heather. In the ground close by is Don Knotts. I'd like to imagine them as being lively, boisterous uncles to her in the afterlife.
Unlike most of the graves I take pictures of just because they're old or look "cool" or whatever, these two actually mean something to me.
Poltergeist was really my first "scary" movie. It was a big deal with my friend Jessica and I. Granted, we had watched most of Halloween with her older sister Jennie but it wasn't nearly as engaging for us because it didn't have a little girl our age to identify with- that's what makes Poltergeist the sentimental winner. Both our families had Showtime back in the Dark Ages when it took at least a year for theatrical releases to come to cable, and when they did, they would be played over and over again for one month. However, Jessica's parents bought something magical that year- a VCR! Her brother and sister taped it and Jessica and I watched it repeatedly the summer we turned eight, in-between swimming in her swimming pool and being tormented by Jennie.
[It was always Jennie; she was mean. She made us drink Jacuzzi water and took sick pleasure in making Jessica cry while French braiding her hair. We once made two copies of a newspaper called "The I Hate Jennie News" with smelly markers on construction paper which we threw rolled up in the driveways of two unsuspecting neighbors. (It was too much work to hand write a third copy, or to continue the publication for that matter.) On the other hand, her brother Jeff did come at us with a butcher knife once- Jessica giggled during the entire "attack" as he ran around the room, pretending to be diabolically angry, slamming into the walls, just "missing" us. Not having siblings myself, I wasn't sure what the hell was going on or if I should be scared of the sharp shiny thing even as he ran about in jest. I tried to slip out into the hallway which made him come after me, so I ran and hid in one of their bedrooms until they said I could come out. Hey! I was eight years old at the time. Cut me some slack!]
I didn't learn what happened to Dominque Dunne until Heather O'Rourke died, probably because I was too young at the time. I do remember her absence in the second one but thought nothing of it, mostly because the second Poltergeist movie was pretty lame in comparison to the first. (Even as a child I had some standards for cinematic quality. I mean, Poltergeist 2 was no Annie, after all, and couldn't light a candle to E.T.) When Heather died, though, it hit me hard: I was 12 and she was my age. That's when it dawned on me that even kids could...just...die.
It saddened me to find that Heather's angel had either fallen off her crypt or was stolen. Her vault faces west and the sun hits that wall like a solar panel, so perhaps whatever once adhered it to the concrete melted off. Despite all the other graves we saw that day, I was only disappointed I had no flowers to leave on this one.
Truman Capote is interred in a vault caddy-corner to Heather. In the ground close by is Don Knotts. I'd like to imagine them as being lively, boisterous uncles to her in the afterlife.
Unlike most of the graves I take pictures of just because they're old or look "cool" or whatever, these two actually mean something to me.
Poltergeist was really my first "scary" movie. It was a big deal with my friend Jessica and I. Granted, we had watched most of Halloween with her older sister Jennie but it wasn't nearly as engaging for us because it didn't have a little girl our age to identify with- that's what makes Poltergeist the sentimental winner. Both our families had Showtime back in the Dark Ages when it took at least a year for theatrical releases to come to cable, and when they did, they would be played over and over again for one month. However, Jessica's parents bought something magical that year- a VCR! Her brother and sister taped it and Jessica and I watched it repeatedly the summer we turned eight, in-between swimming in her swimming pool and being tormented by Jennie.
[It was always Jennie; she was mean. She made us drink Jacuzzi water and took sick pleasure in making Jessica cry while French braiding her hair. We once made two copies of a newspaper called "The I Hate Jennie News" with smelly markers on construction paper which we threw rolled up in the driveways of two unsuspecting neighbors. (It was too much work to hand write a third copy, or to continue the publication for that matter.) On the other hand, her brother Jeff did come at us with a butcher knife once- Jessica giggled during the entire "attack" as he ran around the room, pretending to be diabolically angry, slamming into the walls, just "missing" us. Not having siblings myself, I wasn't sure what the hell was going on or if I should be scared of the sharp shiny thing even as he ran about in jest. I tried to slip out into the hallway which made him come after me, so I ran and hid in one of their bedrooms until they said I could come out. Hey! I was eight years old at the time. Cut me some slack!]
I didn't learn what happened to Dominque Dunne until Heather O'Rourke died, probably because I was too young at the time. I do remember her absence in the second one but thought nothing of it, mostly because the second Poltergeist movie was pretty lame in comparison to the first. (Even as a child I had some standards for cinematic quality. I mean, Poltergeist 2 was no Annie, after all, and couldn't light a candle to E.T.) When Heather died, though, it hit me hard: I was 12 and she was my age. That's when it dawned on me that even kids could...just...die.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Native of Switzerland
As always, click if you want.
Normally I don't like lens flare but tonight I don't care: I'm sick & drinking red wine.
One thing about being sick and slightly buzzed on a Friday night- I have plenty of time to sort through old photographs.
Interesting...I seem to change aspect ratios a lot more than I thought.
Gary Fucking Numan
(!!!)
...was hard to photograph without people's heads getting in the way...
...from Echoplex again.
...was hard to photograph without people's heads getting in the way...
...from Echoplex again.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Trent & Robin silhouetted...
in way too much smoke machine produced smoke & dramatic lighting.
Oh, that's nice. TR moved about 10 inches to the left...in the dark.
Granted, I like this shot.
Oh, that's nice. TR moved about 10 inches to the left...in the dark.
Granted, I like this shot.
Photographic Étude in Reflective Portraiture
Heather, Monica, and Kandy under the tunnel near Echoplex.
(it's clickalicious...and no, I did not just say "clickalicious"...)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Waiting in line, under the tunnel, near the Echoplex: Shaded Anticipation
The lucky got shade. The luckier got rail.
...As always, click for detail...
Monday, September 14, 2009
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