
Polaroid, 600 film, click to enlarge. At the Terrell House on Magazine Street.
This is basically a love letter to Uncle Bill—one of the only times I have consciously manipulated light, as opposed to cursing it (Lula put up with me running down the street to catch a phone booth’s shadow while we were eating at Ignatius Eatery on Sunday). I’m thinking of that great blown-out light Eggleston conjured at Graceland; the darkened yet almost glowing piano, the blood-red roses and the flag adorning Elvis’ grave.
As you can imagine, it was a pretty fantastic weekend.
Tags: Eggleston, Ignatius Eatery, polaroid, Terrell House
I’m going to be just up Napoleon from there. ok, pretty far up Napolean, but then just a block over!
Nice shots! Is this the beginning of a whole new attitude toward light for you?
Great photos … great weekend!