Hobos Landing

Shot some photos at Mission Concepción, part of the San Antonio Mission National Historical Park.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thought I would share a little amusing/embarrassing story that happened to me last week.  I had gone to the local bookstore just to wander (I love books!) and was having quite a nice time.  I was browsing photography books when I pulled out my cell phone to check messages.  As I removed it from the belt holster, the phone slipped from my hand and went bouncing across the isle.  I went chasing it and when I arrived at the spot that it had come to rest, I bent down to retrieve it.  All of a sudden I heard a loud noise and felt a slight vibration.  I quickly mentally retraced my food intake for the day and couldn’t think of anything I had eaten that might have caused such a noise.  I stood up, hoping no one had heard and began to wonder if the source of the noise had come from splitting the seat of my pants.  I reached around but could feel no hole so I decided it must have been a noise that had come from the cell phone and breathed a sigh of relief.  As the air exhaled from my lungs, I notice that something about my pants still felt strange.  I glanced down and realized that I had split my pants, not in the seat, but down the front.  (Photo evidence follows)

At this point, it begins to settle in my mind that I am standing in the middle of a crowded book store with a gigantic hole in my pants and have no easy means of escape.  It was at this point that my ninja self sprang into action!  I quickly made my way through a maze of isles until I arrived at the first isle in the store.  I knew there was no way to sneak out, so I waited a couple of seconds until I saw that no one was coming in or going out, took a deep breath, swallowed my pride and headed toward the door.

As I exited the store, I breathed a little sigh of relief but the feeling was short lived.  I now realized I was standing IN FRONT of the bookstore with a giant rip in my pants.  I held my head high, and walked as quickly as I could between two cars.  It was at this point that my ninja self decided to take a nap and my imbecile self decided to come back out for awhile.  Yup!  You guessed it.  I couldn’t remember where the car was.  I look left, then right, then realized there was a woman sitting in the car I was hiding behind who was laughing uproariously at my pants.  I quickly tried to move between cars to get to mine, but still couldn’t quite remember where I had parked it.  I passed two more people who were waiting in cars and were either quite surprised or amused at my situation.  Finally I found my car and fished through my pockets for the keys.  I began pushing the unlock key and the car alarm began screaming.  Apparently, I had pushed the ‘locate’ button accidentally.  Luckily, no one pays attention to car alarms any more.

I finally got the first roll of file shot on Linwood’s Nikon. Most of you have already read or heard the story of how I came by this treasure, but  I am remembering why it takes much more talent to shoot film than digital, something Linwood had in abundance. At any rate, there were a few that weren’t horrible.

…and Project 365 comes to an end.

Well I am winding down to the end of Project 365.  364 days ago I decided to try shooting a minimum of one photo everyday for a full year.  Tomorrow I take the last shot of that project, but for now, here are a few from the final week.  Like the entire project, some are better than others.

I’m coming down to the end of Project 365 (5 days left) and I have wanted to do a picture of Linwood’s camera, but just hadn’t done it, until today.

I’ve come down to the last month of Project 365 and find myself somewhat laid up.  I dislocated my ankle stepping off the steps and now I’m not moving so good.  Not that I can’t get around, it’s just a little slow and a little uncomfortable.  Because of this, I’ve taken to looking for more things around the house that I can photograph still life.  I’ve done this several times over the past year so I was looking for some little nook or cranny where I hadn’t poked my lens yet and discovered my little tool box.  I started looking at stuff in there to photograph and this was the first thing that caught my eye.  There’s a good chance that this little box will be the source of inspiration for the next several days until I’m moving around a little better.

Found this little guy on the hood of the car today.

I love the patina on this piece and I was able to get it to come out a little.  It’s very odd because one unicorn has purple patina and the other has aqua.

I was reading an article from my favorite photographer, David duChemin, that talked about trying some different angles with things you photograph a lot.  Every year I photograph the blooming cactus on the ranch, so I decided to try shooting them from underneath.  I was quite surprised and pleased with the results.