We took this years ago playing around. It’s still a favorite. So is she!!
I love being the editor of the photos I’m scanning. Things I like, I scan. Things I don’t like, people who annoy me, I don’t; and they are edited out of history, rendered unimportant, erased. =)
The last place in Los Angeles where you could get optical prints, Simons in Hollywood—their machine is broken (permanently), and optical is dead. People who get their family photos printed at these places have no idea there is a difference; photo technicians who tell us they cannot do sloppy borders and who say that the aspect ratio cropping inherent in cramming a 35mm image into a 4×6″ or 8×10″ print is not important…these people have no idea what they’re talking about. When people involved in a certain art use phrases like “…is not important…” I know they are hacks…it *is* important…it *does* matter…the devil is in the details…actually: *everything* matters, every detail is of the utmost importance, anyone who feels otherwise is fake. “I want an equal amount of blueberries in each muffin…” Know that movie? That moment? That is what is required. An equal amount of blueberries in each muffin. The distance of the whole world is the distance between you and me. If I am striving to accomplish anything in this world that I do not have, it is because I have not yet understood the gap between you and me. If there is anything in this world that you are striving to accomplish but do not have, it is because you have not yet understood the gap between you and me. The world illustrates itself in grandiose ways, but its essence is in these intimate connections and gaps between [us—you and me].
in the alley behind the Arby’s on Fifth Street in Dayton, Ohio.