Brad Pitt and I share the exact same birthday (month, day, year) outside of that, our stories diverge considerably. Mr. Pitt went on to become an internationally famous superstar, while I have led the much more interesting life of the starving artist. I come from a long line of storytellers (whose gift for gab stretches back through the mists of time to our native Ireland) and professional malcontents who were seemingly born to create something in the arts, be it music, writing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I started writing at age 12 with a screenplay with my cousin Ryan about a planet where everyone looked like Elton John entitled "Don't I Know You?" More screenplays followed, several of which received epic Super-8 production with budgets that sometimes ran up to $10. A few even had sound!  More writing followed: songs, poems, short stories, numerous unfinished novels, etc.. Somewhere in there was an attempt at being a rock star...
Still living at home, at age 22, my father dropped an elderly Nikromatt 35-mm film camera into my lap, in the hopes that I would "make a go of it" as a photojournalist. That didn't happen, but I did develop an abiding love of photography that along with writing and archival work have been among the chief passions of my life. When it comes to my photography, I try to be as creative as possible while at the same time striving for a documentary/archival quality. The only set rules I adhere to, when it comes to making pictures are: 1.) Try not to make the picture blurry, and 2.) Don't drop the camera.
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Comments (6)
Chipka
I love this image and your write-up is spot on. Christmas is always such a weird time of the year. There doesn't seem to be much emotion in it, just price tags and pine scent, especially here in Chicago. You captured that post-Christmas-ness that this city gets when the decorations linger. Your title reminds me of Christmas coming, relieving itself, and then leaving; funny how that works. This is a great piece of really perceptive work.
bmac62
Well seen and captured. Maybe the city spent money on the decorations and installing them one night...now some beaurcrat in City Hall is attempting to find the money to take them down. It is a rather sad commentary but one that must happen everywhere. Any of that held up there with duct tape?
NightGallery
I actually like this shot. Very cool POV and nicely shot
helanker
Yeah, it looks rather battered. Well seen. :)
beachzz
Don't get me started on this one!! I actually saw a few Christmas thing BEFORE Halloween this year, though maybe it was PART of Halloween, trying to scare us somehow!! Great shot of this sorry looking thing!!
durleybeachbum
Christmas can start here in September...mega-tacky filth. And some folk leave their repulsive inflated Father Christmas attached to the roof all year... At least some of what you show us here appears to be biodegradable. An excellent pic!