I don’t mean that’s what Amy looks like. I mean that what I think is the Possum in the Picture looks as though it might be an image of Mickey Mudturtle and Amanda O’Possum.
A lost opportunity.
Edit! Edit!
Why is all that junk in your frame?
Yes, it would be great to just casually, spontain shoot film. A very few can because their “eye” is always there. Everyone else has to work at it.
The lumpy cotton,mirror, everything distracts from what you had that day; the mysterious dark blacks, the fleshiness of the figure, the mid-cent lines on the tights.
Where’s the foot?
You lost a great opport to lenghten your model. She looks stumpy w/out a foot., the SEX went away. The foot and shoe would add a sensual, fetish quality and an arousal response in your viewers.
The white cotton, mirror drain away the energy of one of the great possibilities of the photo–the “Dr. Strangelove” hand. The clawlike, heavily veined hand looks like a sea creature. It floats on its black background.Is it attatched to the model? Is the model as old as the hand? A surreal pairing.
actually, the mirror in relationship to the placement of the hands is what is interesting to me. I never discount the possibility, however, that I am the idiot.
I can understand the compositional references, they can often help and are often missed when taking the photo, but, is it just me that finds the physical references rather offensive? They achieve nothing in my opinion other than the potential to offend.
The interactivity of sites like Clusterflock of course allows people to vent their rage and inadequacies without having to actually have any ideas at all. Once an initial comment has been moderated, I suppose they can just keep coming back unless there is some kind of banning process initiated.
I mean, it’s fundamentally a question of getting what Clusterflock is about. If you are a writer you will understand the value of not sending brownie recipes into the New York Review Of Books.
Clusterflock, to me at least, is a friendly community and somewhat light information source. It is sometimes a place of debate and argument, occasionally a place of insightful criticism. But criticising a post on the basis of one’s own odd proclivities in the manner of a hopped up schoolmaster would most likely, it seems to me, find a more comfortable home elsewhere. There are places where such voices would be welcome, and encouraged. The internet is a place of infinite variety.
I’d just like to point out that I really like this picture for so many reasons. All the “junk in the frame” gives the image a certain credibility. Not long ago Deron posted another image where Amy had a finger in her eye and in the mirror you could see what appeared to be the contents of the medicine cabinet. That image, and this one with closet contents reflected into an otherwise white background seem to call out the beauty that can be found in the mundane.
When I look at this shot I can see a story that is sexy because it’s real. The legs of a woman as she straightens her tights (perhaps she’s flirting a little) getting ready for the day as told from the viewpoint of someone laying on the bed she had just left…A morning routine, perhaps, that many of us take for granted.
That’s just me.
Oh, and I’ve yet to see a photo of Amy that makes me think she’s anything but beautiful.
My reaction to this picture is delight. Wonderful forms, great lines–much to turn the eye and bring it back again.
I see that fart-in-an-elevator-and-call-it-a-gift is back. I’m still ready to look at all the pictures Deron presents. He finds the loveliest world of subjects.
I saw Mr. Grossblatt’s comment at 4:00 this morning and I thought about saving his ass. Me, as a poster capable of editing “it out” off the flock. Not that he’d want me to, probably not, maybe. But I read in it, it having been posted at 2:30-ish this morning., then associating my own comments “not let go that one more moment of thought” when I might have had one too many where I might have shut my mouth yet didn’t, still capable of typing, typos notwithstanding, where I let one fly before I was really ready to let it go. I’m prone to offer forgiveness.
Tracy once said (paraphrase) It’s a shame keyboards don’t come with breathalyzers to stop us from talking when we shouldn’t be.
Mr. Grossblatt might be an asshole, on the other hand he might just be staying up too late and not knowing who he’s talking to.
Measured and kind words, Rick. I guess we have all made those comments and sent those emails late at night often after a glass or two of wine or indeed in the wrong frame of mind.
There are however plenty of admin type people here who could remove unfortunate or embarrassing comments if asked to do so. I can only assume that the request has not been made as the comment sits.
The words still offend me.
To forgive is good, of course to do that he would have to admit he was wrong. Hand up who’s holding their breath!
Luv luv luv.
Luv it on a literal level — Amy, her tights.
And — when I apply my ’squint test’ (either pop out my contacts or literally squint), it looks equally great.
thanks, Sheila. bonus if you can spot the possum in the picture.
Mmmnh. Actually, it looks almost like a portrait of Mickey Mudturtle and Amanda O’Possum.
I don’t mean that’s what Amy looks like. I mean that what I think is the Possum in the Picture looks as though it might be an image of Mickey Mudturtle and Amanda O’Possum.
of course!
Oh, very nice.
A lost opportunity.
Edit! Edit!
Why is all that junk in your frame?
Yes, it would be great to just casually, spontain shoot film. A very few can because their “eye” is always there. Everyone else has to work at it.
The lumpy cotton,mirror, everything distracts from what you had that day; the mysterious dark blacks, the fleshiness of the figure, the mid-cent lines on the tights.
Where’s the foot?
You lost a great opport to lenghten your model. She looks stumpy w/out a foot., the SEX went away. The foot and shoe would add a sensual, fetish quality and an arousal response in your viewers.
The white cotton, mirror drain away the energy of one of the great possibilities of the photo–the “Dr. Strangelove” hand. The clawlike, heavily veined hand looks like a sea creature. It floats on its black background.Is it attatched to the model? Is the model as old as the hand? A surreal pairing.
All that flesh and tension dilluted and lost.
David, did you like the image or not?
It’s all about the hidden possum.
actually, the mirror in relationship to the placement of the hands is what is interesting to me. I never discount the possibility, however, that I am the idiot.
I can understand the compositional references, they can often help and are often missed when taking the photo, but, is it just me that finds the physical references rather offensive? They achieve nothing in my opinion other than the potential to offend.
Deron, you need not fear being the idiot here!
You know what’s great about the times we live in? Every jackass with an Internet connection can post in the comments section.
Word.
All I ever think when I see Amy’s clawlike hands and stumpy feet is how if I were ever as pretty as her I’d be a very lucky girl.
My heavily veined hands say thanks, Amanda!
I guess I was the only one noticing that Amy has great legs.
Why thank you, Dave. I like to decorate them with funky patterns. It’s how I get strange men to photograph me.
The interactivity of sites like Clusterflock of course allows people to vent their rage and inadequacies without having to actually have any ideas at all. Once an initial comment has been moderated, I suppose they can just keep coming back unless there is some kind of banning process initiated.
I mean, it’s fundamentally a question of getting what Clusterflock is about. If you are a writer you will understand the value of not sending brownie recipes into the New York Review Of Books.
Clusterflock, to me at least, is a friendly community and somewhat light information source. It is sometimes a place of debate and argument, occasionally a place of insightful criticism. But criticising a post on the basis of one’s own odd proclivities in the manner of a hopped up schoolmaster would most likely, it seems to me, find a more comfortable home elsewhere. There are places where such voices would be welcome, and encouraged. The internet is a place of infinite variety.
I’d just like to point out that I really like this picture for so many reasons. All the “junk in the frame” gives the image a certain credibility. Not long ago Deron posted another image where Amy had a finger in her eye and in the mirror you could see what appeared to be the contents of the medicine cabinet. That image, and this one with closet contents reflected into an otherwise white background seem to call out the beauty that can be found in the mundane.
When I look at this shot I can see a story that is sexy because it’s real. The legs of a woman as she straightens her tights (perhaps she’s flirting a little) getting ready for the day as told from the viewpoint of someone laying on the bed she had just left…A morning routine, perhaps, that many of us take for granted.
That’s just me.
Oh, and I’ve yet to see a photo of Amy that makes me think she’s anything but beautiful.
My reaction to this picture is delight. Wonderful forms, great lines–much to turn the eye and bring it back again.
I see that fart-in-an-elevator-and-call-it-a-gift is back. I’m still ready to look at all the pictures Deron presents. He finds the loveliest world of subjects.
I like the variety of quadrilateral shapes, those on Amy’s tights and elsewhere in the composition.
And Amy’s legs. And her hands.
And the hidden possum.
Hey, Deron. I’ve been in Nashville this week on business. With the flu. Sick and tired. Awful. Not even checking in on clusterflock.
Just in case you were wondering where I and my drumset were hiding.
I’m beginning to feel a lot better.
thanks, Cindy. I’m sure you heard the melodious strains of do you know the way to san jose wafting through the nashville skyline.
Happy to have you back, Ms Scroggins. Here’s to your health — from your friend, Ms “Trailor-Park” Ryan.
I’m here if y’all need me. Feeling a lot better, yessireebob.
Oh, and Ms. Ryan, please try to control your coarse language.
I saw Mr. Grossblatt’s comment at 4:00 this morning and I thought about saving his ass. Me, as a poster capable of editing “it out” off the flock. Not that he’d want me to, probably not, maybe. But I read in it, it having been posted at 2:30-ish this morning., then associating my own comments “not let go that one more moment of thought” when I might have had one too many where I might have shut my mouth yet didn’t, still capable of typing, typos notwithstanding, where I let one fly before I was really ready to let it go. I’m prone to offer forgiveness.
Tracy once said (paraphrase) It’s a shame keyboards don’t come with breathalyzers to stop us from talking when we shouldn’t be.
Mr. Grossblatt might be an asshole, on the other hand he might just be staying up too late and not knowing who he’s talking to.
Amen, Amen, forever and ever Amen.
Measured and kind words, Rick. I guess we have all made those comments and sent those emails late at night often after a glass or two of wine or indeed in the wrong frame of mind.
There are however plenty of admin type people here who could remove unfortunate or embarrassing comments if asked to do so. I can only assume that the request has not been made as the comment sits.
The words still offend me.
To forgive is good, of course to do that he would have to admit he was wrong. Hand up who’s holding their breath!