The folder called 08-01-07 is kind of all over the place.
Next Saturday’s folder involves the Iowa State Fair.
Most people seem to have adjusted to the new way of things. As participation rates didn’t spike, but they also didn’t fall… too far.
But you didn’t come here to listen to me talk all tommyrot about participation rates. You came to see this week’s submissions. Here are the submissions for MUSIC:
A solid week of submissions! I’m glad so many people have MUSIC and a love of MUSIC in their lives! I weep openly for those of you that don’t.
But enough dwelling on the past. Time to look to the future. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future! This week’s theme:
“Oooh… GOVERNMENT. That sounds hard.” He heard a murmuring across the plains.
But it isn’t. Not at all. If you think about it, the GOVERNMENT is everywhere. I don’t mean that in a Big Brother-the NSA is wiretapping your phones and paying attention to whatever inane meme* you are posting on Facebook this week sort of a way. I mean that it is everywhere. That road you drove to work on today. That is the GOVERNMENT. That public park you went to this weekend. That is the GOVERNMENT. In the military? The United States military is the largest socialist organization in world. It is the GOVERNMENT. Police. GOVERNMENT. Firefighters. GOVERNMENT. Public schools. GOVERNMENT. Public universities. GOVERNMENT. Did you flush your toilet this morning? That stuff went into your city’s water treatment center. GOVERNMENT.
But GOVERNMENT doesn’t just mean your federal, state, county, or local government. That civic organization that you belong to. They have a GOVERNMENT. The youth sports organization altar that you sacrifice coin, happiness, and weekends upon. They have a GOVERNMENT. I’m even the President of a church organization. GOVERNMENT.
Of course, there are the obvious symbols of GOVERNMENT, like courthouses and capitol buildings. But as always, feel free to define the theme any way you see fit.
A MESSAGE FROM THE PHOTOGRAPHY 139 RULES DIVISION
1. The picture has to be taken the week of the theme. This isn’t a curate your pictures challenge. This is a get your butt off the couch (my personal experience) and put your camera in your hands challenge. Don’t send me a picture of you next to the Eiffel Tower, when I know you were in Iowa all week. I will point out that I have let that slide some in the past. I will not in the future. Since it is literally about the only rule.
2. Your submission needs to be emailed to email@example.com by 11 AM on the Monday of the challenge. It should be pointed out that this blog auto-publishes at 12:01 on Mondays. So it wouldn’t hurt to get your picture in earlier.
That is it, them’s the rules.
A MESSAGE FROM THE PHOTOGRAPHY 139 SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION DIVISION
Nothing new to report. I’ll try to do better next week.
Want your own Photography 139 email subscription? Call, email, or text me and I’ll get you the hook up.
That’s all I got for today, so if the good Lord’s willin’ and the creek don’t rise, we will commune right here again next Monday. Hopefully it will be a very governed Monday!
*All memes are inane.
This last weekend I made a trip up with Nate and Laura to visit Bethany, Dae Hee, Nora, and Colleen. On Saturday night we made our way to Long Lake to eat at Primo. Dae Hee and I left early so we could swing by Paisley Park to see the Prince Memorial.
Below are some pictures.
So part of the reason I went to Paisley Park is because it was history. It was like going to Graceland after Elvis died. However, it wasn’t the majority of the reason that I went.
I don’t normally get too caught up in celebrity deaths. It is usually a time when people flock to social media to overstate their “relationship” with the deceased celebrity.
However Prince’s death to have an effect on me. I can’t claim to be a huge fan of Prince’s music, although I did enjoy it. I also admired his musicality and he was without a doubt one of the foremost musical geniuses of the last 50 years. He produced an album a year for over a decade. There are rumors that he has well over a thousand unreleased songs that he has recorded and not released. On some of his biggest hits he played every instrument on the recording. Often recording the song in one day. Often recording more than one song in a day in this manner.
One of my favorite Prince stories is when he played the Super Bowl halftime show in the pouring rain. The producers of the halftime show were worried that he would want to pull out. When they called him and asked him about the rain he gave a great response.
“Can you make it rain harder?”
The rain didn’t stop until he played his final song of the night, Purple Rain. Despite this fact, he gave what was easily the best Super Bowl Halftime show in history. A show that will stand the test of time for its pure virtuosity alone.
I’ll miss Prince because one of my fondest memories of my childhood was my eldest sister Teresa’s friends infatuation with Prince (even though I think Teresa was more into Phil Collins). One even dressed like Prince and his license plates matched Prince’s from PURPLE RAIN. It is up there with listening to Casey Kasem’s Top 40 on family road trips. Or Dad telling Teresa that if she wanted to go Hall some Oates, he could take her to a farm.
Prince dying is like a piece of my childhood dying.
I may have to become an adult yet.
This week’s theme was MUSIC. There must not many lovers of MUSIC out there as participation took a bit of a dip this week. That is okay, because the submissions were great. Hopefully next week’s theme trips more triggers.
The submissions for MUSIC:
Time to reveal this week’s theme:
While there aren’t many music lovers out there, maybe there are numerous LANDMARK lovers out there.
What is a LANDMARK?
Something that a town might be known for. A famous thing. Like the Campanile at Iowa State or the water tower in Ogden. Something that if you were giving directions, you would reference. At Milton Lott’s Grave, take a right. Right into the river.
Time for a reminder of the rules.
1. The picture has to be taken the week of the theme. This isn’t a curate your pictures challenge. This is a get your butt off the couch (my personal experience) and put your camera in your hands challenge. Don’t send me a picture of you next to the Eiffel Tower, when I know you were in Iowa all week.
2. Your submission needs to be emailed to firstname.lastname@example.org by noon on the Monday of the challenge. It should be pointed out that this blog auto-publishes at 12:01 on Mondays. So it wouldn’t hurt to get your picture in earlier.
That is it, them’s the rules.
PHOTOGRAPHY 139 SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION DIVISION
Nothing new to report. Nobody showed their keen intellect and sophisticated tastes by becoming an email subscriber to this here blog.
Maybe you have a keen intellect and sophisticated tastes and would like to become an email subscriber to this here blog, but don’t know how.
It is easy, just send an email to this email: email@example.com indicating that you would like to become an email subscriber. The benefits are… well there are just too many to describe at this time.
A reminder that the THE SELF-PORTRAIT PROJECT is ongoing and you can check it out by following the link below:
That is it for today. I look forward to all the LANDMARKS that end up in my inbox.
This week’s Personal Photo Project was to get a decent picture of the Grand Ole Opry Stage. This proved to be more difficult than I had expected. The other tourists had their own agendas. But in the end, I did get the picture I wanted.
The rest of the Opry Series:
Next week’s Personal Photo Project will surely involve a flower of some kind. That flower is still to be determined.
During my constant pursuit of minimalism, I have decided to return these records to their original owner Tim. Just another small part in some of the item ownership reassignment I have been doing lately.
But before I parted with them, I needed to photograph them.
The remainder of the Vinyl Series:
My fear is that I will become too much of a minimalist. I guess I have to take that risk.
When I pulled out the old trombone to photograph, I couldn’t believe how badly it had fallen into disrepair. It had ceased being a fully functional instrument decades ago, but I don’t remember there actually being a hole in the slide before. It is certainly nothing more than an ornament now, but perhaps it is time to toss it in the trash.
The remainder of the Ornament Series:
I think I need to find more instruments to photograph.