Every night last week, I came to bed to find that someone had taken my place, and that she was doing my dreaming for me.
A man stands in a canyon. He is wearing a hat with a round brim. The sun is late in the sky, but the man’s attention is solely on his view camera. Lucky, lucky us. We’ve arrived at just the right time to watch History plant a big ol’ smacky kiss on this soon-to-be-legendary photographer.
So, that old saying about pictures worth a thousand words? This one’s worth a million to me.
A photograph, a story, and a CALL for self-portraits and stories. IN FACT— a CONTEST with a prize! (We’ve never done this before!)
This has got to be the latest Sunday post in the history of Bluebird Blvd. Just wait for Monday. There’s more happiness coming your way.
Wake up. Listen to me. What we thought documentary photography was in the 1930s through the 1960s is not what we think now.
As I’ve been experiencing a massive bout of insomnia this month, I think I’m going to follow Monkey’s advice, and take life one chewy at a time.
This is the question that is never far from my mind: Why can light charge and shape and change, not just how we look, but who we are? And I’m only partly talking about photography here.
Please enjoy this photograph of The Husband, but know that there is a THIRD post coming today! Also, we will be posting on an extra day— tomorrow (aka, Valentine’s Day)— as Valentine’s Day really the international holiday for all bluebirds, everywhere. <3
Why do we take self-portraits with our cameras? Why do I? Why do you? <3