Friday, July 13, 2007




Family Man said...

It's all become clear now Head. I really like the composition of that picture. Plus pretty cool ashtray.

Knucklehead said...

It`s about a feeling I sometimes have.

boran2 said...

Nice place you've got here. Is that a cylinder ashtray?

olivia said...

LOL ... I am so loving your blog Head ... :D

Knucklehead said...

Hey Boran2,
Welcome on in.
YA, the old cylinder craked, so I used the piston. I know what you mean. That`s all that matters. It got so hot, it`s smokin`

Knucklehead said...

Olivia, that makes at least two of us.
It`s like a hug.
You can`t give one without getting one.
Here`s one for you. Your help is precious.

NDD said...

as we used to say, "That's pretty trippy!"

I wouldn't have a clue how that was done.

I like how it goes from the stark ashtray through that wispy haired first figure and then on to the very subtle figure in the background off to the right, and nearly invisible.

Great poetry too.

Knucklehead said...

Hey Ndd, I still say that.
The hardest part of that image, a composite [to make sure you know] was photographing the smoke.
At the same time, I wanted the cigarette to be a certain length. I went through a few cigs.
Then there was the breeze. I`d puff like mad, put down the cig, then grab the camera, & do it again. I hadn`t taken a shot yet. I finally got some good smoke shots that I then put together & went to work.
After that it was a matter of shooting the lady, a statue in my yard, & working out the details to end up with what I imagined.
The process is what brings back memories, while the lyrics are what instigates the process. It`s always there, if you know where to look.
Or turn away.

Family Man said...

Morning Head.

I just noticed you're new header and cloud picture. Awesome.

Knucklehead said...

It`s the surprise that get`s you.
That`s the view from outside my door.
It`s composited of 5/6 shots I stitched together.
I stand on a rise in the yard & while keeping the horizon level in the bottom of my view finder, take shots as I rotate myself around, a human bipod.