Eugene isn’t the prettiest of towns. We live in a pretty tree lined neighborhood with old houses painted funky colors and bizarre yard art. But, you walk a couple blocks in most directions and it’s all sprawl and run down shops. I have to say, my camera loves it. It’s almost too easy. When I lived in Seattle I had to go on hunts to find this stuff, while Eugene is a treasure trove of falling down shit.  This isn’t painting the best picture of the town, really it is a charming community with a lot of pretty! I’ve been asked lately about my next show, and I have to respond that I just don’t know. I’ve been producing so much, but nothing is really screaming out to go on the walls. I feel the need to do something with these images that I’ve been making, and I’ve been scanning through trying to find a common theme. I’ve been catching glimpses, but can’t quite grab it yet. Soon. When I catch it I’ll let ya’ll know.

I just finished uploading and tagging a week worth of photos onto flickr for Project365! Today is day 35, and I suppose it has turned into a habbit. I’m just impressed that I’m still doing a shot a day. Fall has been a big inspiration lately, but this week hasn’t given me any neat new techniques or anything. That’s good, it gives me the chance to play with the things I already know, and I’ve been lovingly tweaking a couple of my old PS Actions. I’m not going to put all my daily photos on the blog anymore. If you want to see them you can stop by my flickr site, http://www.flickr.com/photos/elizabethfae/

There is a good bit of overlap, but flickr gets used for all my day to day image hosting needs. This blog is special, and I’d like to keep it pretty and not muddle it up with a million pictures of my dog. Speaking of pictures of my dog, doesn’t she look pissed? Mazi would like to request that I never drink wine and balance things on her head ever again. I would like to request that she get a job and start picking up her poop.

And here’s a shot taken at our local baseball stadium. The inside of the stadium is fine as far as stadiums go, but the outside is full of stuff like this. I don’t quite get it.

Why on earth would I want to have my very own washer and dryer? I would miss out on my bi-monthly trip to the ghetto-tastic laundromat. Last time I went a gentleman vomited all over the outside seating and passed out next to me on the one interior bench. This time was nowhere near as exciting, but the bunch (what is a bunch of gutter punks called, a stink? a murder? a spike? a wallup? a scab?) of gutter punks sitting outside were very interested in my camera. You may wonder why I’d want to go to this place. One word: Anachronism. I am drawn to them. And I’m happy that in processing these images I found a way to really confuse the timeline. Eugene is full of these weird pockets of temporal distortion.