Good Evening! I felt forced–I can DO that to myself, can you imagine it?!?! (snorfle)
I went back to the car and got the camera and the parts pleased to have some enjoyment time where all of the kiddos were occupied, smiled at the bright blue sky, hefty camera in hand, and exhilarating and creative evening breeze. The insistent upon forced bit just really seemed to wish to badger me and say no no get to work no exhilaration! And THERE, under the trees was…
And I laughed while frowning at this shot that still isn’t my taste as I’m writing now. And I looked around for an idea to shoot, which if you have read of my image shooting before does tend to get me ‘flat’ images, rather than those that speak and breath life. One important aspect to life for me is knowledge, stimulation, input, and pondering things. I turned, felt the golden light and…
I frowned and thought that two shots did not make a Midsummer’s Evening. I thought to decide NOT to decide what I would post and to simply walk along taking images and let them form themselves or for me to pick and choose later and not tell anyone. Music and art galleries and crowds pulled me to join them and so, I went.
I heard piano music next!
I was at Bloomington Gallery: Fine Art and Antiques
There were disconnected heads to be decorated with different hats and posh clothes in order to fit impressions, though it seemed the mask had cracked a bit from working so hard not to notice the myriad reflections in the handy mirror, of course just ever so helpfully out of view of the ever so prim and proper head.
I was very pleased with all of the things to see in this place. And the amazing people that I met! An artist was sketching and I realized that she was one of the first people to come and to look at my images at the first of these First Friday Events, when I had a table and JOY OF JOYS!! She remembered me! That felt very nice.
Her name is Aly Mitchell. Tonight, I got to see her works and a portrait creation in progress.
I also met the one sitting for the portait and his friends and family, who are also connected to the owner of the shop, who was out of town for the evening.
The man’s name is Nellie Stutzman. Someone referred to him as “The King of East End”. East End is a section of town. Before I could get more of that story, his wife said….did he tell you about the shirt? And I said noooooooo….TELL ME ABOUT THE SHIRT!
I went and asked him about the shirt…he made his face very flat and he blinked and he said, “I got this shirt at Bar Harbor at an Irish Shop.” I did not write down his exact words, but I was sniffing a funny. He also mumbled about it being a perfectly FINE shirt as evidenced by the tuxedo bits. He kept a straight face and asked me what I thought was the matter with his shirt.
I said oh NO, it was THOSE female type persons over THERE in that far corner. He said oh yes I know them(was his wife) and said…”you go back over there and tell them that I do not like them.”
In between all of this I got pictures of Nellie sitting, mostly still and of Aly drawing him.
I had a really nice evening and I learned that I need to adjust for motion as I go along! Wonder what I’ll find tomorrow night?