This is probably the last set — I think I’m getting further from the center, not closer.
But I tried to imagine what fun it would be to go out in the great sideways light of dusk and catch paper cranes in canning jars like fireflies.
And then as a fuzzy tribute to Andy Warhol and his Brillo boxes, I give you the great silver crane of consumerism.
Someone, somewhere, is folding a 1000 orgami cranes, because that’s good luck. And then she’s sending them out to random strangers with the only requirement that you send her back a picture of the crane she sent to you. I got mine this weekend and consider myself lucky because it’s silver, so it’s reflective and picks up any color near it. I’m still working on what my crane picture is going to be — here is a first cut at it.
I know that I indirectly posted these before when I posted the link to my entire Idaho set. But today. Today I’m in need of being reminded that there is fresh air and wide open spaces, “yipppi-ki-yea, motherfucker” as the poet says.
These are from my drive back from Idaho to California. Next weekend I will have more graduation pictures, this time from my brother’s oldest son who is graduating from college.
Some of the photos are marked private just to separate the keepers from the rest. Click here to get the guest pass that will allow you to see the private pictures.
Here are my two favorite photos from Idaho:
Rare photographic proof of my husband’s existence. He belongs to that tribe of people that believe that every photograph taken of them takes away piece of their soul and, damnit, stop pointing that thing at me. I have to stalk him like any wild animal in his native habitat.
He is riding a 4 wheeler through a field of rye.
An abandoned grain silo on the family farm.