| With the fall colors in full bloom all around upstate New York, even the blackest hearted, black and white photographer feels the pull to break out the Ektachrome 200 color slide film and go shoot a tree with some water around it. Nature is just screaming at you to look at it.
So this Saturday I have two openings. Both are within the same block of each other in Hudson. One is A Show of Heads at the Limner and the other is a Hidden Hudson show at The Deffebach Gallery. At The Limner, I'm showing a photo of a floating head and at The Deffebach Gallery I'm showing three Polaroid's.
I have one more medical thing to get through this week and hopefully, (for fucks sake) I'll be done. Pretty much every week for about two and a half months I've had some doctor up my ass for various things. It's awesome. It's so extreme that even my therapist interjected last week that in all fairness this is too much and it is no wonder I'm a jumpy mess. Everyone thinks I'm overly dramatic until they hang out with me for a year or so.
Since the end of July when I ended up in the ER, I've had an X-Ray of my lungs; a CT scan of my lungs; several freckles burned off my arms and face; a pap smear; an internal sonogram (super fun); a mammogram and massive amounts of blood and urine work. The icing on the fuck-with-me-cake is a D&C this week. Fantastic. Thank GOD I have insurance.
In my head, I've had every known cancer that corresponds to whatever organ they are testing. Not only am I driving myself nuts, (that's a given) just imagine what I'm doing to Martha and Jasmine, when they'll listen to me.
It's all I can really think about, well that and the election and the deep dark cloud of doom that will cover the globe if McPain wins; our nation's/world's economy; thousands of layoffs in New York/world, and the weekly hemorrhaging of money from our nation's/world's existence and our own personal lives.
It's like we're racing our GMC Yukon down a highway that dead ends in 1000 yards. We can't seem to stop flicking Benjamin's and lit cigarettes out the window every two seconds and laughing our asses off while ACDC blasts from our iPod car integration systems.
So disappointing.
Right, so to spare "all ya all", this weeks post is short. |  | | The Guts of the Cheyenne |  | | Roadblock |  | | Woman with Purse |  | | Girl with Cell Phone |  | | Woman with Fur Hat |  | | Two Business Men in Times Square | |
