Saturday, November 21, 2009

junk


The free and automatic distribution of phonebooks is supposed to be a public service, but it's actually a detriment to the appearance of our streets and to the environment. Apart from merely creating litter, printing so many books is hugely wasteful. The number of phonebooks delivered annually outnumbers the entire population of the U.S. by two to one. When more convenient, up-to-date, and paperless directory options are available online, we have to ask ourselves why so many phonebooks are still being printed.
Luckily, this problem hasn?t escaped notice by municipal and state governments.--Next American City
(Though the City of Charlottesville appears to be fine with the practice. The current crop is from "Your Community Notebook". Previously)

Your Community PhoneBook is published by YPG Directories, LLC, division of Yellow Pages Group Co. in Canada.
Your Community PhoneBook and yourcommunity.com are trademarks of YPG Directories, LLC in the United States.

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Saturday, June 20, 2009

front porch

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Saturday, March 28, 2009

Pensacola N.A.S.

Monday, February 16, 2009

mother

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Thursday, December 25, 2008

crazy salad

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Monday, June 02, 2008

let the healing begin


...and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.-Revelation 22:2

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Friday, April 06, 2007

beleaguered


gulgoleth

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Friday, February 23, 2007

concrete world

jesus & venus side by side, campbell county

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Thursday, February 22, 2007

concrete world

alternate takes on human sexuality,cast in concrete

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Monday, December 11, 2006

E907


Dogs are superstitious. They can develop an irrational fear regarding something in their environment (people in uniform and lightning are two favorites). One wonders about the genesis of the fear. Possibly its their lack of rational mental process and the presence of a germ of truth? Lightning is to be avoided. The dog doesn't have the comfort of knowing that statistically, its unlikely that the bolt is going to zap them.
My dog is terrified of internal combustion devices with insufficient mufflers. That description covers a wide class of implements from lawn mowers to 18 wheelers.
The daily bike ride during which Sophie runs on a leash attached to me, the rider, is a challenge.
The goal is to get to the quiet place, the park, where vehicles are not allowed.
Statistically, irrational fears are ultimately rational.
The truck is in the park.
100-1000 million volts cut through you looking for an easier path to ground.

In the United States from 1980 through 1995, a total of 1318 deaths were attributed to lightning, (average: 82 deaths per year {range: 53-100 deaths}). Of the 1318 persons who died, 1125 (85%) were male, and 896 (68%) were aged 15-44 years. The annual death rate from lightning was highest among persons aged 15-19 years (6 deaths per 10,000,000 population; crude rate: 3 per 10,000,000). The greatest number of deaths attributable to lightning occurred in Florida and Texas (145 and 91, respectively), but New Mexico, Arizona, Arkansas, and Mississippi had the highest rates (10.0, 9.0, 9.0, and 9.0, respectively)-CDC

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Sunday, July 23, 2006

day of rest


Sunday shattered when a truck impacts a Mill Village house.

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Monday, June 19, 2006

another roadside attraction

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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

strangers at the door

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Thursday, March 16, 2006

Monticello Viewshed


The area overlaid with diagonal red lines has gone from being a recreational park to an industrial park. This is an old photo, the area with trees beneath the red lines is now approximately 80% "built out".
Click on the link above for a spoken history...
(128Kb download, MP3)

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Sunday, February 26, 2006

day of rest


set aside earthly things

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Sunday, February 05, 2006

day of rest

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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

straight line

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Saturday, December 31, 2005

techNOlogy



Drove to Quincy Florida home of my favorite newspaper job. Would post pictures but silica based technology has failed. Laptop hard drive making cement mixer sound. Must fall back to home, make repairs.

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Sunday, December 18, 2005

day of rest


Suburban JC, the missing years

The New York Times has an interesting piece about Angelo Rizzuto:

No one saw these images while Mr. Rizzuto lived. When he was dying of cancer in 1967, he asked that his photographs - some 60,000 of them - be sent to the Library of Congress, along with $50,000 from his estate to finance a book of his work. The library printed a cheap, staple-bound booklet, then used the bulk of Mr. Rizzuto's money to acquire the work of more famous photographers like Diane Arbus.

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The Genius of the Crowd- Charles Bukowski


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Saturday, July 02, 2005

custom suit

Philip-Lorca diCorcia is being sued by an Orthodox Jewish man that he photographed in 2001, as part of his Heads series:

"DiCorcia rigged strobe lights to scaffolding and trained his lens on an "X" he taped to the sidewalk. From 20 feet away, he took shots of Nussenzweig and thousands of other unsuspecting subjects. Later that year, diCorcia exhibited this image under the title "#13" at a Pace Wildenstein gallery show called "Heads" in Chelsea. The photographer said multiple prints of Nussenzweig's picture sold for about $20,000 each. The picture also was published in "Heads," a book that sold several thousand copies, diCorcia said.

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Hmmm. Dairy cows don't sue, dogs don't sue. Reminds me of the gun control argument, guns don't kill people, people kill people.

Maybe a creative lawyer could put together a class action suit on behalf of all the mute bovines whose images I've used without permission?

diCorcia's problem is he is sitting on a pile of money while we possess a superabundance of juris doctors in the US itching to get themselves and their clients some of that cash.

If you eat your birthday cake on the ground ants will appear.

Should diCorcia's subjects share the wealth?

Maybe he could pull a Mary Ellen Mark. Take the photo. Present the lucky subject with a Polaroid and an iron-clad release... Hope they sign.

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