We are playing a gig Saturday night (4.8.2017, 8 to 10pm) at FLO in Healdsburg. Here's the flyer I made...
With a band like 'Deadend Boyfriend' playing at a place called 'FLO', my mind immediately turned to vintage feminine product ads. The original ad featuring this fresh, confident young lady included this copy:
The way you feel is free
Today and every day, you feel free, confident, unhampered. Tampax tampons, worn internally, make this possible. Keep you feeling cool and comfortably confident, in or out of the water. They let you wear what you wish, do what you want, any day. They're the better, easier protection. Aren't you glad you discovered them?
I was hoping to use that copy and replace 'Tampax tampons, worn internally' with 'Deadend Boyfriend', but decided to keep it 'subtle'.
I have been learning more about infrared photography, trying to really nail down how to take a decent shot and then process it. It isn't terribly complicated, but it requires a little research, practice and experimentation. You end up with images that have strangely shifted colors and light values, which you can further mess with in post-processing. If you are curious, this webpage is a pretty good introduction: photographylife.com/introduction-to-infrared-photography.
To really commit to it, you can take a digital camera and send it off to be converted, but most cameras work pretty well just using a filter you can stick in front of your lens. I am using a Hoya brand R72 filter. The gallery of my recent images is here.
The image in this post is one I made of a church in nearby Bodega: St. Theresa of Avila. Ansel Adams made a memorable photograph of it in 1953 (Church and Road, Bodega, CA). When I moved to Sebastopol almost 20 years ago, I was of course thrilled to realize it was less than half an hour from my house.
Went up to Truckee over the weekend and got some skiing in at Boreal and Sugar Bowl. Pix here.
I also dorked out and nearly tore my thumb off.
Fellow primates, don't take your thumbs for granted - they do a lot for us. My thumb and left hand are no longer swelled up like a catcher's mitt, and the purple bruising has subsided, but it still hurts like you wouldn't believe. Poor me! Had fun though.
Update: turns out I broke it! Almost 50 years old, and this is my first (confirmed) break.