By the skin of my teeth I was in Japan last month. Two days before I was scheduled to come home, the state department indicated very strongly that I should cut the trip short. This took place in a thatched house during a snow storm.
I’ve worked this image several times. Here’s another take that had never occurred to me before. Click image for larger view. Enjoy, Hal
After shooting all morning in Chetco Park, we headed south and stopped at the Resighini Casino which is just off 101 south of the Klamath River. Abandoned, but curiously enough with the air conditioning running. At our monthly D’Art meeting, Bosha brought in some work she’d done at a Wabi Sabi workshop in Mendocino. Not my cup of tea. But, it got me to playing with a photo of this casino. And this is what happened. As usual, click on image for a more detailed version.
I like these guys. A friend and I stopped here and ordered fallafels and frites. They handed me a bag and we took off back to the apartment. In the bag were only fries. Off I went back. Huge line when I got there. Went to the front of the line and the guy taking orders said, “Why did you leave without your fallafels? I was running after you but you didn’t hear me.” They made up fresh ones and off I went. Delicious dinner.