Okay, word has gotten out that I am a little bit crunchy and nutty. And usually a tad salty too. As most are focusing on winter wonderland delights, decking the halls, and stuffing stockings, I am trying to figure out what I recently saw at our local Fort Walla Walla Museum.
It’s been nearly one month, but I cannot get this image outta my head (pun intended–look below and you will see why).
If I am crunchy (as in a closet hippee) and nutty (as in wa-eird) and salty (as in keep it real, rub it in the wound for healing, and be the flavor of God), then this gal is plain ole certifiable c-r-a-z-y! (as in “I guess you don’t care if your hair catches afire, your brain gets a mighty zing!-whack! and your face falls off from the power surge”).
Did women really subject themselves to such nonsense? That right there is hair vanity unlike nothing I’ve ever seen. This Simple Country Girl will stick to a simple braid, thank you very much.
Find a place where there is a lot of activity.
[Yes ma’am, I am at the museum.]
Fade into the scene by finding a comfortable place to sit or stand.
[See details below.]
Identify an object or person you would like to capture.
[Yeah, that crazy lady. Okay, it was really a dummy. In every sense of the word.]
Capture your subject in relation to the whole setting.
[Oopsy, didn’t do this. My bad.]
Covert to black and white or use the black and white function on your camera. Email me if you do not know how to do this.
[Got ‘er whooped.]
Blog about the experience and tell us how it stretched you. Also tell us about the boredom you feel, or don’t feel, when it comes to taking pictures. If you want to just give a description to an image on Flickr, that is also acceptable.
[Oh yeah, it stretched me. Made me thankful for my barrette. And boredom? Don’t reckon that I ever feel that. Boredom is a state of mind where I opt not to live.]
Include your links in the comments at High Calling Focus by Wednesday, December 15, for a feature in the gallery next Friday.
[Alrighty then. It’s been real nice knowing you, miss Claire!]
I did remove myself from the mobs and throngs of people pushing through the museum’s displayed history (okay, it was just my son, my husband and me) and I pressed my nose and then my camera up close to the glass encasement for a closer peek. I became one with the display case. Really, I did. After my skin shivered and my brow wrinkled, I settled in for an incognito photographic session with miss Nameless Faceless.
side note: I am pretty sure that I will be removed from THC photo prompt mailing list (wait, there is no list) or my linking abilities will be severed by a server (hey, that sounds funny). Anyway, here is my contribution for a black & white.
Black jumper cables
disguised as hair curlers:
White faceless face:
woman who wishes she would’ve listened
to her mamma and just put her hair in a bun
Okay, that’s all folks. All this talk about crunchy, nutty, and salty personality traits is making me hungry for some trail mix…happy trails to you.