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Had to go pick up the rest of my photos in downtown Orlando so I dragged Adam along and we stopped at various places along the way.
One of which was Static on 17/92, (240 Orlando Ave.) near the Winter Park Village.  We love this place, it’s like being Alice down the culture warp hole.
At one point it was a record store then was bought out 6 years ago. The manager was great about letting me take pics, hey how can anyone complain about free publicity!  So here’s a small visual tour into culture wonderland. I love being surrounded by the colors and you know me, I am a t-shirt kind of girl, (well girl might be stretching it a bit when you are almost 60), but what the Hell, I like t-shirts! and where was I going with this, oh, the colorful shirts and designs are plentiful. Here ya go:

hats hats hats        wear on the day your blood is running thick with anarchy.
Marilyn Monroe lunch boxes and purses –  and here’s more shirts … Need Jesus? He’s there too along with Beetlejuice

and coffin purses   

Need posters?    Paperdolls?   

warm face coverings?   And weird things strewn about 

It’s a place where they have clothes, but the mannequin prefers being nude.      and more posters,
Bacon Mints anyone?  
And of course there are the vintage albums, so many covers to look at.  So many years of music magically appear and take you back into some purple haze eclipse of memory when you recognize  Jethro Tull’s Aqualung and many others. SOme covers are just cool to look at
There was even an album with Archie Bunker
who knew? And that was the second album!
Finally after many many turns and twists to look at things, I came away with buttons for my hat,
and Adam got the Beetlejuice headknocker doll. Go see Static, it’s a place that will leave you talking about the old days, in my case to my son, who can never believe there was a time when I wasn’t a hippie.   

Went to my camera group tonight in Debary at the Gateway and we keep gaining members and knowledge, benefiting from those who are more experienced and will share their smarts. Also they give links for different support of the photography craft and for storage.
We talked about monthly photography competitions and using simple guidelines for knowing what to do about things like taking photos of “correct” horizons, sunsets and basic rules of dividing photos into thirds for good composition.  I can listen, but then “Abbe-brain” kicks in and it is all about making pictures that satisfy my own taste. Larry, a member, said he is finding it hard to stop when working on a photo, there are so many options it’s over stimulating. All I can say, Larry is right, how do you know when to stop? And I only know limited photo manipulation – I don’t even work with layers.  So let me take one wilting red passion flower photo that I took this afternoon and show you what I have done:

there are many more.

And then ‘one’ moves on to next subject:    

and soon life has drifted to the exosphere and time melts into the essence of  ossuary color and sits mesmerized and blank as the fingers jab the tool buttons, then quick fix, then un-do and re-do, black and white, polar, this filter, then another and another – then you wonder, what the hell is all this waste for? Would someone buy any of these?  Is  any one of the pictures a winner? And what is the definition of a winner? And how do you pick it?  Then the next dilemma, the thoughts about setting up a website and testing oneself to see if any of my “manipulations” could make me some extra cash, say enough to pay for some paper to print them on and some Symphony candy bars or even cat food — or is it all worth the time to even play with photos? That’s the stage you look at the clock and realize you were in the “Dada” zone and apterous for 3 hours and the house could have burned down around you and you would have never noticed until the cat with mule looking ears cleaning herself in the desk drawer next to you went up in flames but never burned as Emily Dickinson’s ghost keeps repeating, “much madness is divinest sense”  while John Lennon sings about “the holes being rather small, they had to count them all and now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall”,
and the computer was melting as you try to save the hard drive and keep all your photos in the ‘save-as’ file and then the computer freezes and you have not saved a thing and it is all in vain so you get up and look in the bathroom mirror and realize you are five years older than when you began, and and and, oh never mind, I think you get it, I actually think I get it,  I am over thinking again,  time to log off and try reading for a while. Guess I will join Ringo who is sound asleep on top of the electric blanket, he has not moved in 4 hours, I think the electricity has numbed him as he dreams of ungulates and daggers for nails and the taste of freshly caught bream, the young, tender ones.  That blanket is the catalyst for my best dreams,  it is a poetry book waiting to happen, “Tales From Beneath the Electric Blanket”.  Ringo has his own version,    
I am taking photos of him to use in the book, whenever I care to publish it, but that is another project,  one more thing to fixate on, to pause and think about doing… Jeeze, it’s Hell being an artist, or it’s just Hell being crazy…(but it’s fun)

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