Balance and joy, peace and entertainment,
both to our friends in the northern hemisphere
and to our friends in the southern hemisphere.
(This year’s last post. See you in 2023?)
Season‘s Greetings
Tag: Photography
Happy Reunion
Prelude to a Kiss
If you like black and white photography, check out this blog.
Flying Home
Flights of Fancy
Toy photography and flights of fancy: it almost seems like a defining combination. Wouldn‘t it be nice to just have a huge wall with a couple of tiny windows and a backlit „Tickets“ sign? Then I could show a long line of people waiting to get one. And can I translate the jazz music played at a concert into a picture?
Flights of fancy indeed, and when I build these 1/87 scale dioramas or set up scenes, it often seems like they will remain just that. Other times, things turn out quite well (if not always the way I would have expected). These two pictures are from my jazz series. The titles are Broadway Blues and Jumpin’ at the Woodside, after the respective songs composed by Ornette Coleman and Count Basie.
Reflection
A contribution to the lens-artists’ photo challenge Seeing Double.
DS
Dutiful
Sunk
Publishing in the blog, the story is somewhat backwards. To see the intended – although not quite finished – story, please click https://empireoflights.com/thieves/.
Indifferent
Publishing in the blog, the story is somewhat backwards. To see the intended – although not quite finished – story, please click https://empireoflights.com/thieves/.
Red-Handed
Spidey Hop
Burlesque Investigations | Part 3
Noir | Going Sideways
Museum Views VI (Lille)
Poise
No Title
Photoautomat
Andy Shauf: “Jerry Was a Clerk”
He said ‘I know an old farmer doesn’t trust the bank
Keeps his money buried out behind his water tank
He told me once when he was out of his mind’
‘Oh boys our time has come
To live among the privileged ones’
Andy Shauf: “The Man on Stage”
I am the man on stage slurring your favourite songs.
Making up a few of the words as I go along.
Taking the edge off of me
Is a necessity when I’m singing these words that I no longer mean.
I am not a poet, I’m a broken heart
And though you didn’t dispute it, I don’t really play the part.
I am not dishonest, I’m a lost detail
Leaving out the good words to hide my trail.
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