Oh, be careful now my little noir babies... I've been traipsing around after reasonable bedtimes, capturing shadowy possibilities and twinkly lights on cracked pavement that is so very like the broken dreams of those who just might be lurking in the darkness. Who are they? What are they doing there? Are they just figments of your faithful photog's classic film-fueled imagination? They are?
In that case, indulge me once again. If this were the setting for a scene in a film, what would happen here?
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Looks like "The Land of the Midnight Sun," where they sun burns bright, but the darkness still prevails.
can no one see
what lurks beyond
as night time falls around?
can no one hear
the darkness come
it creeps without a sound
the magic of the moment
as two lovers kiss
is hidden behind shadows
for all but them to miss
the flitting of the fireflies
like sparklers here and there
tell us its late summertime
their little lights to share
mysteries of movies
nightmares come and go
but night time is
the right time
where imaginations grow
Thanks for your inspiring image, Laurie.
A blonde wearing nothing but a full-length mink and Channel No. 5 is waiting in the shadows... but she is not alone. A down-on-his-luck shamus has been hired to follow her. A sedan drives into view and a rat-faced man gets out, walks to the back of the car and opens the trunk. The blonde leans in for a look and screams... with delight. The shamus arrives just as they are completing the sale of a counterfeit Channel handbag made by housewives in Encino, a region known worldwide for its lack of fashion sense. Just then a cascade of pearls tumbles from the rat-faced man's trench-coat, revealing him to be... Cocp Channel! It's a double-cross! The gendarmes arrive and arrest the blonde. The shamus and Coco walk off arm-in-arm in search of an all-night bistro. A hot sax wails in the background as the screen fades...
I'm no good at this today, but I like all the twinkling.
This is the set where they filmed Michael Jackson's Thriller Video. I'm waiting for the zombies to come out of the ground and start dancing with MJ and Vincent Price's voiceover at the end.
The bright light actually is not a street lamp...it is an alien ship hovering over the streets of South Pasadena. The aliens are searching for an awesome photographer and writer who has been recording daily earthly activities in South Pasadena...the aliens have been following this photographers internet postings as they have heard a rumor that South Pasadena is actually Mayberry. Years ago, in one of their earlier visits to earth, the aliens viewed the visual recordings of life in Mayberry and are very curious what has happened to Sheriff Andy Griffith, Deputy Barney Fife and the red headed kid, Opie...
We're waiting, anton.....
DBDub: Reminds me of the song Zombie Jamboree. Done by Belafonte, Kingston Trio, and more recently, Rockapella. Great calypso zombie song. Check it out on YouTube.
Well Yakpate, I"m your girl. Well sort of. I could put a blonde rinse on my hair, and I'm all about a mink coat and Chanel #5, my fav!!! Great one!
And L, your noir shots are always so intriguing. Keep at it.
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Yak and Chieftess, you two should collaborate!
Where's Anton!?!?!?
THanks for the great comments(and verse, Jude!) today. I love these what happens here posts...
Til next time, everyone.
What, am I late??
Sometimes it takes the glare of a floodlight or streetlight in the darkness to see the ironic lifelessness in our cities and in our ways of living. When daylight comes we rejoice again in the sounds echoing down the boulevards of tarmac, off the facades of steel and brick and even from the sky as if such din signifies health and vitality for all. But this is illusion, and if we forget it, we should wait for the streetlights to come on again and contemplate.
Here, again, the eye of the artist extends through the eye of the camera and brings us the eye of the world. Opportunity is knocking and has been knocking. It rattles our cages and turns on the lights. And yet we sleep.
All in the context of a light comedy, of course...
You can show up late anytime, Anton. Eapecially with ideas like these!
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