Eva and I are in Chicago; it’s exceptional. We saw “Jersey Boys” last night, and it too, like Chicago itself, was exceptional. Real Jersey boys however, with their tattoos, their blowouts, their creatined muscles and their heinous orange glow are not exceptional. Fortunately the show was not about that. I suppose that show would be a stage interpretation of “Growing Up Gotti.” That would be horrible.
This is a shot of a window from the stairwell leading to the top of St. Peter’s tower in Munich near the Glockenspiel.
No, no, no… not the terrible and overtly unfunny Sunday cartoon. The picture. It’s my family. In a circle. Well most of ‘em anyhow. No George. *sad emoticon*
Step 1. Go to Germany.
Step 2. Go to the “Glockenspiel.” (read: “giant clock that is supposed to do cool things but doesn’t”)
Step 3. Place camera on ground, lens up, with timer set.
Step 4. Convince unwilling family to get into circle and look down at an inanimate object, with as little explanation as possible, and in less time than you set the timer for.
Step 5. Fin.
You see, intriguing photography really IS easy! And how!
They just stood there. Mocking me. With their shimmery suits of armor, their smug and oh-so-fancy mini hats and their smarty-pants books. “Cold enough for ya?” they seemed to ask, with ironic and comically overdone North Dakota accents. I didn’t respond… the German passersby would notice our discourse and think I was crazy. Plus they already have contempt for Americans for some unexplicable reason. (“Excuse me Heinrich, why does it seem as though all of your major cities were built after, oh say, May of ’45?”) But I wasn’t crazy, now was I you little neon army? Oh no I wasn’t. And no I am not. I’ll be back, I most cetainly will, and when I am it shall be I that is asking the questions.