Selfie Meets Hurricane Ethel
I was considering posting more snow photos (maybe we've all seen enough of those? And besides, our snowlettte hardly counts... ) or a dreadfully wobbly video of me chopping through the ice on the horse trough in the pitch darkness (you have no idea how hard it is to hold the phone steady and not drop it in the icy water, point the headlamp more or less in the correct direction so the axe head is illuminated, and then chop effectively... The sound effects are good, but the video - not so much). I still haven't got around to writing up my notes from the Deconstructing Dinner talk last week (was going to do that but then reached for my purse, into which I had stuffed my scrawled scribblings, when I realized my purse is down in the truck cab...) And then I remembered that this week's photo challenge is none other than the Selfie!!
Regulars here will know this one had my name all over it, given my recent obsession with selfies and the deeper meaning thereof... Here's a link to the post that talked about self portraits, artists and their interpretation of selfies, and a few of mine... And here' s a link to the [very] recent post about how my felfie (a selfie by a farmer) won some market bucks at the local community market... I kind of like that one because the chicken looks so stern and regal and I don't typically think of chickens as looking either stern or regal...
Dad and I have continued to talk about this strange thing artists (and now every Tom, Dick, and Harriet with a phone) have with self portraits... One of the things Dad mentioned was how important it is to get the eyes right - and how challenging that can be. If you can capture that whatever-it-is that makes the eyes seem alive, you have half a chance of creating an image that makes an impression.
Alas, his comment about how hard it is to get the eyes right caught me in a goofy, 'what else can I do with google's image toys?' frame of mind and I came up with this:
Then I thought I should settle down and try to do something more serious and took this one:
Every time I added another filter it added forty years or so, which was a tad depressing. I mean, I feel pretty tired at the end of some days, but some of these were rather alarming...
Meanwhile, Dad was in his studio obsessing about eyes. A while back he had done a self portrait in shades of grey:
Dad photographed one of his eyes from the painting:
... printed it out at a scarily larger than life size... And then, he spiralled down into that eye and recalled a story from September 1960 when he and my mother were travelling together through Florida. They were holed up in a tiny rustic cabin which, apparently, was full of holes and very drafty when Hurricane Ethel struck the Florida panhandle. This could have been a scary story, but instead it was more one of those bizarre nightmare scenarios that one comes up with in... you know... nightmares.
Dad and a friend (a B-52 bomber mechanic) had completely taken apart the transmission of Mom and Dad's 1956 Packard. Every last tiny bit had been spread out on a tarp on the floor of the cabin in accordance with the exploded drawing in the manual. Every piece had been cleaned and oiled and checked over, lined up and was ready for reassembly when Ethel rolled ashore bringing with her a gazillion bits of girt and sand and dirt and dust which blasted through the many cracks in the walls and around the door and windows, nicely coating the many delicate parts of said transmission. Dad said they hoped Ethel would carry off the car so they could write it off but no such luck. They spent the next who knows how long cleaning off every speck of crud before the transmission could be put back together again.
This made a huge impression on my parents as this was one of those stories we heard over the dinner table at various points as we were growing up... The image of that storm still, apparently, haunts Dad as this is where he went from the close-up of his eye:
Which, when you compare it to the original eyeball
makes one realize just how aptly the eye of the storm is named...
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