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 (8)
bmac62
Signs of the time...well seen. Some owners do go a bit overboard:)
auntietk
And the sign says you got to have a membership card to get inside ... HUH! Think I'll just stay out here, thanks muchly. You always find the most interesting "normal" things to photograph!
watapki66
I'm guessing they don't want the uninvited! Great shot!
RodS Online Now!
The first thing that entered my mind when I saw the tumbnail was that song... Great capture!
beachzz
Too many signs, too many people telling us that there are too many things we can't do!! Great shot, you do find the simplest things and make them so very interesting!!
durleybeachbum
We had a book in the school library when I was in the 6th form called 'Outrage!' about the awful proliferation of signs, and I left school in 1962!
Chipka
Talk about possessiveness and clutter: that seems to be a running theme in Chicago these days...that whole mentality of "this is mine so keep away...but just look the other way while I disregard what's yours." It's ironic and telling that these warnings and declarations of private ownership are also encrusted with ads and street-art "vegetarianlibrarian" tags and I Red-Chicago-Star Chicago Boys. It kinda makes me wonder if they've been authorized and are sufficiently private, and if any of them eat vegetables in libraries. There's so much in this, so much to absorb and say...this is a rich commentary, well seen. All I can really do is sit back, look at this and cringe at all of the bizarre juxtapositions. Brilliant!
myrrhluz
I planned to go back to your Tangerine Period shots. Then you grabbed my attention with two other wonders. I love that song and your image. It made me think of a verse from Woody Guthrie's song "This Land is Your Land" I first read it in a singalong at The First Baptist Church in Hightstown, New Jersey. I loved the verse, but couldn't find it again until the age of Internet opened up the world to me. Here is the verse: As I went walking I saw a sign there And on the sign it said "No Trespassing." But on the other side it didn't say nothing, That side was made for you and me. That verse is rarely sung and more's the pity! When I lived in England I joined the Rambler's Association. We walked footpaths that had been tread by people for a millenium. On these footpaths people have the right of the ages to walk, regardless of whether they pass over private property. Developers set up obstructions, home owners put up locked gates and farmers raise fences. But members of the Rambler's Association fight to keep keep walks open. I've heard some even carry wire cutters with them on their walks. I'm going on too long, but I got very spoiled in England and really miss those public rights. Excellent image and commentary on our inhospitable greedy world!