A view from a makeshift perch on a picnic table at one of Brown County State Park's many scenic overlooks, near Nashville, Indiana.
It feels strange to say "no filter" since this was shot with redscale (which is just film wound backward on the spool) through a toy camera that vignettes and distorts the image mightily, but it's technically true -- I processed the film, scanned it and this was the result.
Our 1949-ish house came with a display shelf in the dining room, with this cool textured glass panel behind it. Behind that's the front door we like to leave open, and on certain mornings you get this.
My friend, seeing this one and "Hitcher," asked me what was my thought behind including these blurry photos. I told her that it was, as you might guess, an accident -- the camera's shutter was set to Bulb instead of Normal. But I kept them because I told myself the swooping motion and tilted horizon captured the feeling of that day at the beach. You can see (or at least, *I* can still see) my daughter splashing up on shore in New Buffalo, Michigan, with her cousins and her grandma behind her playing. The white chaos of the surf reminds me how noisy it was there, how bright, how gleefully there was Too Much Going On. I guess that's probably why I forgot to check the camera settings. Now, in the quiet of the process of developing and scanning the pictures, I can enjoy the little echoes.
A tree in the courtyard of a church here in Indianapolis. I'd ignored the picture for a long time, but my daughter saw it on my screen the other day and said "That one looks like a storybook!"
