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 (13)
Chipka
I think that shade is called Vermillion as it is officially classified as that really frikkin' bright shade of something that can't decide if it's red or orange, but is definitely damaging to the retinas! Naturally, a barbecue grill lid from the 1970s would pick that color! And I love the educational aspect of this image! I mean, how can you not learn your various cuts after seeing this grill lid? Marvelous and your writeup is hilarious. I'm gonna see if I can find your parents' back yard on Google Earth now. I'll just look for the bright, red/orange dot somewhere in Florida. Great shot. I love how you've actually controlled the color/light...it isn't bleeding as such brilliance tends to do on computer screens. Great work.
Richardphotos
from accidents my son had, I was surprised he made it to adulthood.I had a few myself
auntietk
I like the vaguely armadillo-shaped rust blob. No wait ... it's a hippo! Hmmmmm ... yes ... perhaps a hippo. I also like the shadow play going on at the bottom with what appears to be someone's hand. This image has all sorts of components to recommend it!
blinkings
Boston Butt!!! If I ever become a professional wrestler, that name is screaming at me to be used!
whaleman
I'm at a loss for words...is there a landfill nearby? LOL!
durleybeachbum
Corey, thankyou for the great giggle your wonderful narrative gave me!! The rusty blob is a bunny with it's ears down making a hasty escape.
kgb224
I agree looks like a Hippo to me as well. Great find and capture my friend. God Bless.
jared99
I enjoyed the writing even more than the photo! The lid looks to be in pretty good shape for having sat out in the open for 39 years. And wasn't that the color of the kitchen on "The Brady Bunch"? Really popular color in the '70's, along with a particularly nauseating green as I remember.
jeanebean
What a coincidence your pic is, Corey. It will be "in memorium". After one of it's legs rusted off, your Dad put it out last week for trash pick-up. It was like loosing an old friend. Many tasty meals and lots of family comraderie tookplace around that old fellow. It's now replaced by a new gas model that Dad still has to learn how to use.The smell of charcoal starter in the air has been replaced by the odor of propane. I suppose it's progress, but it's just not the same.
bmac62
Oh, boy, Corey...I am glad I got to read jeanebean's comment. I just read it to Tara and now we are both up to date on the fate of the Atomic Orange:) Enjoyed your entire ramble...I must have lived a charmed life...I did all the crazy things done by 2-14 year olds and only picked up a couple of knife scars...one as a Cub Scout whittling a slide for my neckerchief and another carrying an open pocket knife while running through a field in the dark and falling on it! Small wounds but both taught me life lessons.
sandra46
VERY VERY COOL!
flavia49
fantastic image!
mgtcs
This is a fantastic image but the narrative is really priceless, marvelous work my friend thank you for sharing!