I checked a book of Lee Friedlander's photos out at the library the other day, it's called
Like a One-Eyed Cat:
I remembered him from PK's lecture last year. His work is intriguing. It's so subtle in some cases yet visually jarring in others. While this is one of the more obvious photos, I enoy it, how barren it is, mainly because I'm feeling rather down right now emotionally, but also because it reminds me of today - I couldn't sleep last night (green eyes, you get me so bad) so I drove out to the beach to watch the sunrise (lovely, despite the day being gray) and on the way back, noticed the old strip club off of 520 that I had wanted to photograph had been demolished, the 'dozers sitting there like vultures. After typing this out, it looks less related and more like a tangent, haha, oh well.
And look closely at this one, through the window. Oh oh oh oh oh, give me the chills, I'm not sure why. I wonder how many frames he had to take to catch it just so, he musn't have had much time.
This reminds me of a baby Christy Henwood, yes? Besides me automatically liking it because of that, I love her unassuming pose, she's like a little swim-suited Madonna. Her feet are even in the strange, floating position that I've seen in some paintings from the Middle Ages.. interesting. And oh, what a lovely, disembodied hand! I love hands so incredibly much. Awkwardly expressive (or graceful in some cases, just not mine! My hands are just so little and the absolute opposite of nimble).
I remembered him from PK's lecture last year. His work is intriguing. It's so subtle in some cases yet visually jarring in others. While this is one of the more obvious photos, I enoy it, how barren it is, mainly because I'm feeling rather down right now emotionally, but also because it reminds me of today - I couldn't sleep last night (green eyes, you get me so bad) so I drove out to the beach to watch the sunrise (lovely, despite the day being gray) and on the way back, noticed the old strip club off of 520 that I had wanted to photograph had been demolished, the 'dozers sitting there like vultures. After typing this out, it looks less related and more like a tangent, haha, oh well. 
And look closely at this one, through the window. Oh oh oh oh oh, give me the chills, I'm not sure why. I wonder how many frames he had to take to catch it just so, he musn't have had much time. 
This reminds me of a baby Christy Henwood, yes? Besides me automatically liking it because of that, I love her unassuming pose, she's like a little swim-suited Madonna. Her feet are even in the strange, floating position that I've seen in some paintings from the Middle Ages.. interesting. And oh, what a lovely, disembodied hand! I love hands so incredibly much. Awkwardly expressive (or graceful in some cases, just not mine! My hands are just so little and the absolute opposite of nimble). 
