Sunday, May 6, 2007

Dirty Laundry

One car filled with dirty laundry.
Two loads of colors.
One mine; one somebody else's.
Lots of little children.
Five shirts.
Two pairs of pants.
One beer soaked hoody.
Six pairs of socks; one stranded.
Seven pairs of underwear.
Do you call them pairs?
Seven arcade cabinets.
Two television sets; two spanish language shows.
One missed call.
One brief conversation (with the girl on the phone).
One briefer conversation (with the woman nearby: "Why are you taking pictures of the cart?").
One long conversation (with the man upstairs).
Fourteen quarters.
One box of detergent.
One book on mathematics (not mine).
Two and a half chapters from the book of Daniel (mine).
Twelve songs from an iPod; three of them from the Beatles.
One hour forty-five minutes of time.
Less than a quarter tank of gas.
Twenty-seven pictures.
Five online.





4 comments:

Marina said...

speaking of dirty laundry...

hey dwight its jim
i have information about the sex predator
i saw him two minutes ago
in the women's bathroom, above the sink

Jeremy Millington said...

"paaaamm!!"

thanks for posting gals!

Son of Bryce said...

I am getting the feeling that any image that comes from that camera is going to be good.

I looked over the set earlier but I will respond now after reading the accompanying text.

I think the close-ups are pretty and all but I'm thinking that I'd want to see more shots to get an overall feel of the environment. These photos make me feel cramped because I want to see more, despite how dull of an environment that typically is.

Jeremy Millington said...

You're exactly right. I got nervous shooting in a public area with people I didn't know. It was a good real world photography lesson. Can you approach people; how do you approach people?

Secondly, out of every 30 or 40 images, there are maybe one or two good ones.