September 29, 2009
Pigeon Art. $4500 (a bargain)
September 28, 2009
Appalachia
This is a more typical scene down there. Old dilapidated building, a rusting pickup or two in the yard.
September 25, 2009
Two shadows, two birdhouses
Alien snail shadow puppet
While walking through the West Village I spotted a birdhouse in a tree. I found it odd that it had an enclosed porch. Even more curious, was that it had another little birdhouse attached to it. Maybe that little birdhouse should have had one attached to it as well. Then another and another, until microscopic.
September 24, 2009
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...
September 23, 2009
Film vs Digital deception
Speedsters
September 22, 2009
Wired
September 20, 2009
Easy snaps
September 17, 2009
My Giant Sneaker
September 16, 2009
Social studies
I was walking down Washington Street in the West Village. Right near the UPS facility there is this wide expanse of street. Nothing around. And still, some dope managed to hit this sign and bend it over.
I can't stay away from Coney Island. I watched this man hand out tickets from this tiny little ticket booth. I imagined him with his bottle of soda and ticket despenser, sitting there for hours at a time. What a weird job sitting in that little booth.
September 13, 2009
Look, I opened a restaurant.
September 11, 2009
Skulls and shadows.
Some shadows snapped at dusk.
September 7, 2009
Snakes alive #2
September 3, 2009
Snakes alive!
I made plans to go back down and just before Labor Day last year the preacher called me and said "Stephen? I think you oughta come down here.... Big homecoming. It'll be something to see." I drove down to a little church on the side of a dark, winding country road. As I walked in I could hear this high-pitched hum.... Like locusts or cicadas might sound. I looked up at the alter to see seven or eight of the same type wooden pine boxes I had seen in the preacher's shed. As I got closer the hum got louder--each of those boxes contained at least one or two rattlesnakes. There are screens on the tops of the boxes and you can see the snakes through them. The service started like any other country type service might... singing and bluegrass music played by about seven members of the church. Then the preacher got up and in a southern drawl gave his sermon, telling everyone how to be a better person. Then the music started again and people got up to dance. They were spinning around, heads pointed towards the ceiling, looking very trance-like. This went on for about an hour and I must admit I was getting anxious to see the snake handling. The preacher told me the last time I was there that sometimes they'll preach for weeks and never be "called upon" to take up the serpents. Even if the snakes and boxes were there. I became terrified that I had driven 12 hours, rented a car, and stayed in a crappy, run-down, over-priced hotel, and these people weren't going to be "called upon." I was about to start speaking out loud in a soft, spooky voice, like the ones you use at Halloween talking to a kid... "Y'all take up serpents." Well, no sooner did I finish that thought when a man stepped up to one of those boxes and flipped the latch. He opened the box, reached in and pulled out a large rattlesnake. His hand was right around the middle of the snake, its head pointed away. A few minutes later another man walked up and took the snake from him, then another member took it, and it was passed around before someone returned it to its box. Pretty soon, five or six men had one or two rattlesnakes in their hands, all gazing at them and mumbling prayers. Some dancing with the snakes, others standing still, holding the snakes up, looking into their eyes. I was sitting there, mouth wide open in awe. It was amazing. The service went on for a few hours with snake handling only taking up about a half hour or so in total. They only come out when someone is called upon by the Lord to handle one. I went to a second service the following day and witnessed a similar, but smaller, event. After that service, I drove back to New York with 6 hours of video and a few thousand frames. The most amazing thing I'd ever witnessed. Now, here it is a year later and I'm headed down again. I don't know if they'll let me shoot and don't know if there will be handling. I'm compelled. I must go. This time I'm going ghetto... sleeping in the car, eating cheap, and shooting like a banshee. I've got video cameras, digital cameras, and film cameras, I'm set. Let the serpent handling begin... More later. Sorry for any typos...too tired to edit.