Sunday, July 19, 2015
"Though we know her a lifetime, she must always hold an alien air, as if something too vast to have shape were lurking in the universe to which she is a door." -- from The Night Ocean, R.H. Barlow & H.P. Lovecraft. The prose poem took place by a different ocean, but the same principle applies.
The revered Mo's Restaurant, in Newport. I entered their establishment today, for the first time in a long spell. No more photo of Robert F. Kennedy's visit on the wall.
Outside a bar
Looks as if "Pops" Flea Market has lost some of its luster. Two raccoons, awake in the daytime on the side of the place, glared at me. I tried to get a photo, but they tore off into a trench by the building, then stopped, still standing as if they might charge me.
Photos by JF, 19 July, 2015.
Monday, July 13, 2015
A collaborative collage, known as The Giant Collage, created by me and Roman Scott, 1977-79. I posted about this work previously.
The same work, filtered through Dream deeply. As some others have indicated, the program generates a lot of dogs. This is, however, still an engrossing interpretation of the fractal original.
And one more Dream deeply rendering -- of Marc Myers, Clark Dissmeyer, and me, Nebraska, 8 March 2015. We look like psychonauts in a Stanislaw Lem novel, or figures in a Francis Bacon painting, or both.
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
The interior of the Indian House, post-fire.
I have previously posted decades-spanning images of this house.
Photos by JF, 30 June 2015