Friday, June 27, 2008

OK, Here's the Teeth Shot

I invite my readers to see more old scanned pictures at my Picasa page. Unfortunately I didn't always record the date, place, or context of my photos, so if you know more than I have recorded, tell me.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Obviously a Photoshop Forgery!

I Am so Arty

Here's a great picture I took of some stones in front of the Science Center. Then I used the liquify and paintbucket in Photoshop to modify it.

Monday, June 23, 2008

This Was Chuck's Idea

I'm on a scanning binge. I'm going to make a Picasa album of old photos. Watch this site for thrilling updates!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Finally a New Printer!

My old one was never very good. Streaks. Breaks. I followed the directions for cleaning the printing heads, etc.. It never helped much. Today I got an HP Photosmart C5280. It prints. It copies. It scans. It would get faxes, but I don't want any. And it is cheaper than the old one I bought 4? 5? years ago. Now I can actually print out some of my photos on photo-size paper.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Friday, June 13, 2008

My Rambling Rosebush

This rosebush was there when I moved in, and it grows like a weed. But now my patio fence is slated to be replaced, so the rosebush will have to be cut way, way back. Fortunately, it produced blooms early, before the fencers come.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Artsy-Fartsy Photo Tale

P-Doobie's discussion of arty photography reminds me of an encounter I had several years ago in Harvard Square on a clear summer day. I was wandering about when I noticed a young woman photographing the street life. I could tell she was a serious photographer; she had a huge, protruding camera and she was dressed entirely in black. In this case, the black outfit signaled that she, like a stage hand, was (by convention) invisible, and could safely point her lens wherever she pleased. I passed through the main intersection and was waiting at a curb for the walk signal, when I happened to look to my right and see this artistic photographer's lens pointing straight at me. Startled and embarrassed I turned away. My skin tingled and blood heated up. A stranger had taken my picture! My initial excitement quickly cooled as I recalled the kind of pictures artistic photographers produced. They didn't photograph people who looked pretty; they photographed people who looked interesting. How did I look interesting? When I first saw her she was shooting tattoo-covered street musicians and punked-out kids. It haunts me to this day.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Goodbye Filene's

I went downtown with some buddies after work today, and look what greeted us: a smashed Filene's! Why couldn't they use the building for something else? I bought some shoes to console myself.