Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Remember that tennis court I told you about? Well, there were actually two sections to it. One section, the part I took the picture of, was the nicer section, the section where the courts were clean, and you could safely play tennis. The other section however, wasn't so nice. Divided from the nicer one by a large green wall, it was scarred with cracks and looked like someone had actually taken a jackhammer and literally tore the place apart. I'd remembered it being bad when I was little, but not nearly as destroyed as it is today. Anyway, this is where I took this photo. One of the larger cracks had a huge weed growing out of it, and I thought the contrast between the shadows cast by the weed and the tennis court's battered ground was nice.
Posted by Ian France at 6:10 PM
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
When I was younger I used to play tennis with my parents at an old tennis court. Over the years, the grounds surrounding the tennis court were put under construction, as two new baseball fields, a pathway, and a lacrosse field were made. During the construction, it was impossible to play at the tennis court. Over the years, I missed walking down the dirt path - where I would occasionally see a rabbit - to the tennis courts on a hot summer day, passing through the weeds and by the old abandoned ticket booth, to play a merry game of tennis with my mother and father. Eventually over time it was reopened, and just last week I went to go play tennis there. Even though the dirt path was gone, the weeds were pulled out, and the old ticket booth had been removed, the tennis court itself didn't change, and I like that. It is hard to decide whether change is a good thing or a bad thing, but I don't think that is to be decided. What's important to decide is how you remember things before they changed. My memories are still fresh in my mind.
"Become a student of change. It is the only thing that will remain constant."
- Anthony J. D'Angelo
Posted by Ian France at 8:00 PM
Friday, September 5, 2008
In the town I live in there are many telephone poles, and of course people like to hang all kinds of things on them, but never have I seen somebody nail a coke bottle to one before. In a strange way, I find it quite beautiful. I even took a video of it, and in the video the sunlight captures the bottle's plastic in a beautiful and almost epic way. Then again, what do I know, I just like a good bottle of Coke.
Posted by Ian France at 7:54 PM
Thursday, September 4, 2008
This is a photo I took of George Washington's head in a paivting I have hanging in my bedroom. I received it from my grandmother and apparently it was my great grandfather's. I know the picture is blurry, but if you look at it from far away it becomes clearer, and I think it ads a certain effect to it. Then again, I might not have a clue what I'm talking about.
Posted by Ian France at 5:23 PM