When I started thinking about circles last weekend, I thought it might be difficult. Silly me. The difficulty has been trying to pick and choose. It seems I have been subconsciously shooting circles all my life.
BAGMAN: "They're very female, you know!"
BUTLER: "Shut up! He's got too many pictures to waste time in babble."
I don't have a clue what this was...
Nature's own wind-direction meter
This was a pot in my sink in college...I think I was stoned when I shot it.
This hang in our bedroom -- a detail from a locomotive exhibit
in back of a conference center, where Karen and I met
Back when I first started digital and I thought 2 megapixels was great.
AND now for some new stuff, since I can't rely on archives forever.
Okay, okay, photographically dull but I wanted to add it to challenge all of you. Do you know why manhole covers are always circular? I'm guessing some of you know so I'll wait until after comments and reveal the answer Sunday or Monday. Boooo.
In the basement of Drayton Hall Plantation in Charleston
Our local television station. Whatever happened to rabbit ears?
Local swimming pool waiting for summer
(which in Charleston is expected any day now)
We'll have to re-inflate this when it comes.
Ho hum. Whatever happened to my ability to take photographs?
(But it's a circle!)
Maybe photoshop can compensate for mediocre photographs.
(And maybe not)
I do kind of like this one.
(Of course I've posted it before, but I couldn't resist)
(And it's not that old)
Knock knock. Who's there?
Tire. Tire Who? Tired of circles.
Underexposed and hurriedly shot, but I wanted to add this because there are Sweetgrass Baskets which are really one of Charleston's unique attractions. From the earliest days, as we all know with great guilt, were imported to the Carribean and then to Charleston to maintain the sugar, tea, and cotton industries. From the Caribean, they brought with them the Gulluh culture which thrives today. It has its own dialect and one of the most beautiful crafts are the sweetgrass baskets. Route 17 in Mount Pleasant where I live is lined with rough shacks out of which they sell these handmade creations. I've been meaning to stop and shoot some of the ladies, sitting in front weaving these things but I've been strangely shy about stopping and asking them to pose. One of these days... But recently the entire stretch of road has been named a National Heritage Corridor, whatever that means. One of these days when it is warmer and I am braver, I want to sit down and do a story on these ladies.