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It's been a long time since I've posted.
Today is one of those, rainy, dark, windy days. It marks the beginning of a season of days becoming much shorter and much chillier. Besides my fanatical urge to bake as the weather declines, I am also in school, which should take up some good time of mine and of which I hope to complete rather quickly with a double work-load. Wisconsin winters are not kind and will, most likely, chill me to my bones before I know it. What happened to Summer? Well, it just sort of felt like an extended Spring.. and now, all of the sudden, Autumn is drizzling and blustering outside my window.
My California:
I did have the opportunity to visit long remembered places. I went back to where I came from, or at least to my early childhood. When I was very young and my Father was stationed at Vandenburg, AFB, in California, near Lompoc, we lived on-base, until I was almost 4. When I went on vacation, this August, I was really looking forward to seeing the little ranch with parkay floors on the clean and primped blocks of the base. But to my shock, my house was gone. I called my Mom, myself in tears, over the twilight-zone type experience it was. The streets, the shrubs, the driveways and trees, all remained untouched, though overgrown. The houses have been mysteriously removed. No homes, but everything remains. I can't explain what it feels like to have the memory so strong that you feel like you can reach out and touch it; when you finally come face to face with that memory and it no longer exists, it is crushing and confusing. Beyond the confusion, I saw and did and ate and had a beautiful and relaxing time. It was incredible, to understate things.
I was not in photo-mode on this trip. I was in, relax-and-go along for the ride-and-enjoy life, mode. As a result, I made few photos of any substance at all. Now, looking back I wish I had made real photos.. but eh, such is life. There is always another opportunity.
Off of the Santa Barbara Wharf.
Retired Drive-in movie, viewed from a distance; flower field in Lompoc, CA. My parents used to take my sister(Truly) and I to the drive in on the weekends. We would fall asleep in the back seat, while my parents got to enjoy a movie together. It's now a recycle center of some kind.
Eucalyptus in Vandenburg, AFB, CA. One of my most favourite smells and most vivid sensory memories of California from my childhood. I love it so much.
Perhaps I will post more of California another time. Here are some photos from around town and of my daughters that I have taken in the last few weeks. I was in much need of a photographic pep talk and I've finally snapped myself out of the photo-less funk I was in. I mean I was taking pictures or snapshots.. but I wasn't caring or even attempting to do something thoughtful. Well I am sick of myself for that and decided enough was enough. So, here's to making photos(a little rusty, but maybe better for it) and thank you also for THIS. It was quite inspiring and a ginormous pep-talk within itself. Great stuff; cheers!!
At Guu's. One of the only girls at this Pub who wasn't a bleach-blonde, plastic personality.
I just like this. It looks quiet, but really it's not at all.
Um.. a random metal show, of sorts, at the Afterdark. I walked in just before it ended.
Another.
Another night, at Guu's, I went to shoot, for fun, The Mark Little Band(MLB). I was only there for an hour, but I think I did alright. Dan Mitchell, below.
That's Ben Petree holding that dragging drumstick.
Ah, and there's Ben Petree, himself.
Every week or two we go out to the country(only a 20 minute drive.. or less) to visit my grandparents. On this day we were picking apples. Zoe.
These are all kind of mixed up.... as you can see. Another at Guu's.
Outside of The Afterdark. Note the really gross mocha menu. Seriously...
Normal. Actually the cops were in full force that night because of those hooligan metal heads.. yeah right. The hick convention in the parking lot, not twenty feet from the po-po's, was definitely worth more attention than that.
On Main Street.
Packing up the gear. Don't forget your bongos, dude.
Another of Dan Mitchell. A veiw from the exterior window at Guu's. (Not candid. He completely KNOWS when the camera is on him.. at all times!)
That's it for now. I should, really, do this more often. I think I'm out of my funk and back to making photos and getting better at what it is I adore doing!
More from these sets on my flickr.
Cheers from, windy and wet and chilly, Central Wisconsin.
-Cassie
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