I took some pinhole photos today at Chicago’s Bohemian National Cemetery. In lieu of a lens, I mounted a pinhole on my Nikon D70 digital camera. The immediate feedback of the digital is a much different experience than making pinhole images on film. Some oblique sunlight striking the hole causes a prismatic effect, as it does on film:
More of today’s images here.
Older pinhole photos here.
“The April’s in her eyes,
it is love’s spring”
– William Shakespeare
“Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.”
– Nelson Algren
“Poems stirred
into paper coffee-cups, eaten
with petals on rye in the
sun—the cold shadows in back,
and the traffic grinding the
borders of spring …”
– Denise Levertov
As estimated by the Chicago Police Department, 7,000 people gathered downtown Saturday to bear witness to the crimes being perpetrated in our names and with our financing in Iraq. In the midst of the throng, it wasn’t possible to assess the validity of this estimate. But the chance to protest in opposition to this madness with so many like-minded people: children, adolescents and parents, young adults, gay and straight people from all walks of life and ethnicities, grand parents, matriarchs and patriarchs - was a galvanizing and life affirming experience. More photos here.
I saw yesterday morning? No, I think it was a female helmeted guineafowl, a game bird more common to Kenya than Kedzie Avenue in Chicago. It soon tired of me, and took off
in an impressive, if not conventionally graceful manner, traveling about 75 feet before running out of gas. I presume it escaped from someone’s urban ranch.
Liz Phair opens for Bikini Kill
Everything old is new again. Afghani heroin is pouring into the port of Dubai, exchanged for weapons and forwarded under the protection of…
Zoe and I took some pictures this morning at Chicago’s Music Box Theater for a project she’s doing.
Documenting Chicago’s sideways and unconscious Egyptian symbology