We’ve been working on a new site to showcase our work for a little while. It finally is up, updated and live today. Besides displaying photos better, it has a bio section for each of us (we are a quartet) with a best-of portfolio and even a section to inquire about purchasing a print! Our cheeky new name is Slothl, an acronym for the Sublime League Of the Holy Lens, because we are fancy like that. Here is a handy link to the new site:
Which path would you chose?
A slow, snow filled drive, hours long through an early Sunday morning left us wandering the halls and rooms of a rambling maze, formerly a military installation. Turning and twisting, the halls all look the same, and empty echoing room after echoing room I wandered further from my companions as we lost ourselves in the eerie silence of a place shunned.
Subtle evidence that we were not the only creatures to visit this place abounded for those looking, and I was glad that I did not cross paths with any but the smallest inhabitants.
20+ years and still sitting there like it was yesterday…. Can’t imagine why.
Some days it is just nice to know where you are.
Wandering out a door into the wilderness I find myself confronted with a wall of rust and the shadows of trees dancing across the face of it.
In the depths of winter, snow and cold I remember summer and the song of cicadas.
Stop a moment, take a break. Enjoy the view.
Each block of glass is its own little world living out microscopic dramas in the afternoon sunlight.
Some days I just hang out, pondering what kind of mischief I can next get myself into. It is kind of a primate thing.
Room after room I find nothing but peeled paint and crumbled plaster. Snippets of wire and empty electrical conduits are scattered everywhere, the scrappers have been through here and taken almost everything. Left in their wake I find small clues as to what purpose this pace one served, preserved in the form of rust.
Did you think I was done with my zoo photos? Not so quick there Sparky, I’ve still got a few animals to share with you.
Meet the Kilpspringer, the ballerinas of the antelope world.
These tiny antelope forever walk on tiptoe, or more appropriately the leap on tip toe. Their name means “Rock jumper” for reasons I figure you can figure out pretty easily.
Sometimes you have stand in the danger zone to get the photo you want.
Hello down there!
No cat does regal quite like the snow leopard.
Hi everyone, miss me? Sorry to have been gone so long, but I’m back, and I finally managed to drag Tabula Rasa to the zoo for a day of animal photography! I know it isn’t the dust, mold and decay you all usually come here for but I needed something to lift my spirits, and a visit to a well kept zoo fit the bill perfectly. Normally I go to our local free zoo, but this time I decided that we should check out the pay zoo and see what different animals we might find there, and today I saw my first okapi.
Okapi are weird animals, they are known as the “forest giraffe”, and are the only other member of the giraffe family. No where near as tall and goofy looking as your typical reticulated giraffe, they are built more horse-like and have striped legs. They are dedicated browsers (meaning they eat leaves and bark) and are on the endangered species list, which squashes my dreams of having one as a pet. Well, that and the fact that I live in a studio apartment.
Either way, meet the mysterious okapi.
If city skylines are Tabula Rasa’s guilty pleasure then kittens are mine. I have the good luck of getting to occasionally have a fuzzy ball of needle teeth and claws bounding about my home driving my older cats up a wall.
My latest tiny cat was dubbed Dust Bunny, she was rescued from under a front porch by the local police after her mother was struck by a car. They did not find any other kittens and given her behavior I suspect she really was an only kitten.
No kitten bites as much as an only kitten.
She has already gone to her new home where she has another kitten to chew on, instead of my feet. But she was quite possibly the cutest kitten I’ve ever fostered.
I tramp through mud, brick piles, moss and mildew, asbestos and goldenrod to take photos of the discarded and forgotten. Yet for some reason the most common search term to find this blog has been “blue people oprah” this past week.
Never stop being so random.
Regards, the idiot photographer.
The biggest challenge of photographing at the abandoned amusement park was the fact that it was so terribly overgrown it was hard to see anything for all greenery running rampant. Hiding in the goldenrod I found some cars from the Tumblebug ride.
It was a struggle to frame one of these properly, but I did what I could.