I plead no contest to the charge of being fascinated by shadows and the odd perspectives they inspire. Fall (and Spring) are good times for shadow:




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I plead no contest to the charge of being fascinated by shadows and the odd perspectives they inspire. Fall (and Spring) are good times for shadow:
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While Lake Michigan often gives unwary visitors an oceanic feel, it rarely comes very close to the mountainous rages of the real thing. This is about as lively as you’re likely to see, though the Lake can do better. Nonetheless, it was an odd Fall day. Both the Lake and the clouds seemed to come in waves, and the light did strange things with the air. It gave the afternoon a magical feeling of expectancy.
If this were fiction, it might be the setting for a story about a forlorn ghost that searches for the answer to a simple question: Why?
This isn’t fiction. But for the air and the light, it was a mundane afternoon.
Some experimental* autumnal low-light photography of the neighborhood:
* continuing to look at these photos constitutes consent, absolving Yip Abides of any responsibility for aesthetic or emotional side-effects. You have been informed!
I’ve often wondered why, in the “Arts”, the term experimental is meant to be good. And why the consumers of such material are never asked to provide their informed consent nor informed of any potential issues consumption might bring… unlike in medicine, for example.
and Captain Beefheart…
On Thursday, October 18, I made my annual Fall pilgrimage to the Chicago Botanic Garden. Admission is free to pedestrians and it’s easily accessible by public transit via PACE’s Route 213. It was a fine Fall afternoon:
There’s something about sunlight on leaves:
Would that Dubya had been even half this bright…
doorway to a different earth…