Friday night in the gleaming metropolis. 67 luscious degrees. Faint honks from down the hill, a few dogs yapping about something, the gentle roar of traffic down on Figueroa, a little single-engine plane just flew over my house. My neighbor a few doors down is singing. Her high, clear, voice blooming through her open windows and pouring down the street. There is an occassional plunk on her piano keys. Where is my bottle so I can pour these sounds inside?
After a long week at school I was dying to dive into a pool of images and start rearranging to suit my own needs. I combed through my vast photo empire and came up with (gasp!) some shots of Italy. Dug a little further and I uncovered a garden stroll of a couple of months back.
One thing led to another as it always does and these duets were born. The faux TTV pics are fairly simple to do and there are plenty of tutorials online should you feel the need to head in that direction.
As for me, the only direction I’m heading in is the one that leads me to a freshly plumped-up bed by an open window where I can listen to night sounds, feel some cool air, and bury myself in a book and a few poems.