if they ever invent some system that uses your actual eyes for a camera and somehow stores images on an SD card implant in your brain or something like that, i'll be the first to volunteer...the things you miss, no matter how fast on the draw you are with your camera, there are 100 things a day that pass by un-shot.
<--- this was my attempt at photographing the squirrel in the windowsill of my studio...
a crude map found in the back of a desk drawer...directions to someone's house, hastily jotted down, ink smudged. on the back is part of a cartoon king, in red ink. part of a tire advertisement , perhaps? there are three pin-holes...indicating it was hung up and taken down from a bulletin board or a wall at least a few times, and the bottom left-hand corner is stained with what i assume is coffee...
dear mr./ms. politician,
you want my vote? well, it may help if you stop sending me all this crap in the mail, or hanging from my doorknob. every single day, i get another armload of junk that nobody ever reads - it goes straight in the bin. and stop cluttering up the landscape with your crappy, artless signs - fall is supposed to be the prettiest time of year, but instead, i have to look at all of your shitty signs everywhere i turn. you are generating TONS litter, both physically and visually.
