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Posted in On Location on May 11th, 2009 by andrealdorman – Be the first to comment
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I am blank. I sit and search for ideas but am left with blank. You fill in the blank. I am struggling to have a different lead into the story, I’d like to tell. So I shall take you through my writing process with me, in hopes of a fresh start. When I type fresh, I inhale. Is that normal? Not just any inhale, a deep one. One where my nostrils flare and my brain searches for a very specific scent. This time, I would prefer a clean, fresh off the clothesline laundry aroma. Did you know that your sense of smell is the most closely related to your memories? Think about it, pick a very specific situation like going to an amusement park. Really put yourself in that place. When I do, I can smell the rides, funnel cakes, cotton candy, roasted nuts the body odor of the passers-by. In quite the opposite respect, think of a time you were standing in a new place and you caught a whiff of a familiar scent, like perfume/cologne or a spice. It really amazes me what one can remember from smelling.
In the kitchen typing away on lappy (our white MacBook). My husband, just passed by our kitchen table where I am seated and read over what I had written, chuckled and asked if I was planning on posting this. I responded that I am getting my chi to flow and in a very hopeful way; I may be able to tie this random thought process into what I’d like to tell about our most recent experience.
A couple of clicks on FaceBook, to tune into what my friends’ worlds are and . . .
Voila! Thus the story begins!
Driving to a Cinco de Mayo party Saturday afternoon, the whole family embarked on this adventure. Interruption, Dean just said, “Bacon. Just for inspiration.” Nothing like throwing off the chi! Back to the meat, traveling on our Monday-Friday commute route, we pass through Lewisburg as we did in this story too. Pulling slowly onto Market street, I was excited about the party. Dean had his camera equipment along. I batted the idea around that he’d take some shots at the party but later thought that would just be agenda pushing and ill-mannered. Just outside the Bull Run Inn, sat 2 shiny motorcycles. I could hear Dean before he even said anything. “Oh, man! I have to get a shot of those choppers.” He swung the car onto an off street, parked, we grabbed the camera bag, business cards and away we went. As we darted across the street the cycle owners were hopping on and getting ready to leave -we had to move quick! Dean introduced himself, handed one of the men a card and asked if he’d mind if we’d take a few shots.
I’m fairly certain they could feel the excitement Dean was exuding and the three of them permitted us to do our thing. I stood on Market street blocking cars from hitting my husband as he set up the tripod and switched lenses. Once set up, it didn’t take long. Dean has become very good at getting the angle and framing of the shot correct on the first try; which works well for me because I have a peeve with inefficient activity. We took maybe 20 photos in about 12 minutes or less, three sets of 7 images with different exposures so when compiled, the viewer sees much greater detail. Considering we didn’t stop traffic or ask people to vacate the premises, I think we did wonderfully! As Dean and I briskly walked back to the car, I could see the excitement on his face. It was very boyish, pure and so simple. He made mention of how thrilled he was to be able to share the images with the cycle owners. Again, what a great resource to tap into!
To be continued . . .
