Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Monday, June 9, 2014

Ted’s Photobooth Story

I was honored to be a contributor to Katherine’s fascinating blog. I hope my friends will take a look and enjoy her work. If you have any old strips around, think about sharing them with her… and the world. Now I have to figure out how to tell Cheryl I did this… but judging by the first comments, I don’t think she will mind.
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I thought I would share this reblog with my friends at The Still, to introduce them to a most interesting blog by a friend Down Under… perhaps you too would like to share with her… check out her blog, and start digging through those old forgotten treasures and share them with Katherine at Photobooth Journal
p.s. I have heard from Cheryl… she remembered the Rainbow Club and didn’t mind at all…

Originally posted on Photobooth Journal:
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One of the more exciting, and for me, unexpected aspects of being a blogger is the amount of enthusisam and generosity that comes to my inbox out of the blue and from all around the world. I have recently started following a blog by Ted Strutz of Friday Harbor, Wasington State in the San Juan IslandsUSA. The blog is called TedBook and has some very amusing conversational short stories that I encourage you to check out. Ted emailed me the above photos and the following history a couple of days ago -
When I lived in Chicago in the 80′s and early 90′s, there was a bar called the Rainbow Room.  It was quite large with a big horseshoe shaped bar, booths, tables and a stage, maybe a dance floor.  They played 33 LPs on a phonograph.  Kind of an artsy place.  There was a photo booth as well…
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100 WCGU #134…TWO OLD BIRDS IN A PHOTO BOOTH

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TWO OLD BIRDS IN A PHOTO BOOTH… A Drabble
“Cheryl!!!” (said in a whisper)
“What???” (a whisper back)
“What am I supposed to do?” (still whispering)
“What the hell are you talking about, Ethel?  Why are we whispering?” (a little louder)
“I’ve never done anything like this before.  (still whispering)
“Stop whispering, dammit. It’s a photo booth for God’s sake!!! What did you think we were doing?” (increasing louder)
“I know it’s a photo booth, Cheryl! I’ve just never done it before. Where do I look?” (normal tone)
“Here, where it says ‘Put Eyes At This Line’!!!” (very loud)
“Now what do I do?”  (normal voice)
“SMILE!”
a light flashes…
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My Aussie pal Katherine is obsessed with photo strips.  In fact so much so, she writes a fascinating blog called Photobooth Journal... which I just love.  She asked me if I would create a story using one of her photo strips, and sent me the 2 photo strip above.  Could the ladies in the strip be Ethel and Cheryl???  Who knows, but for today… they will be.
Now, I just got done reading a delightfully wicked story called Sebastian and the Night Visitors, at The Wizard’s Word.  It was written for the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups.  I checked 100WCGU out, and this week’s prompt just clicked with Katherine’s strip.
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Thursday, December 19, 2013

Friday Fictioneers: THE TRESSPASSERS

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THE TRESSPASSERS… A Drabble for FriFic
“This place looks creepy, do you think it’s safe?”
“Of course, no one’s here but us.  I think there’s an opening around the side somewhere.”
“Perry, it’s dark in here.”
“Don’t be such a baby, Rene, you still want to do it don’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess, but it’s gross in here.”
“Look there’s a mattress!”
“Yeah, that’s real romantic, along with the needles and used rubbers.”
“It’s not so bad.  Wait!  Did you hear that?”
“It snarled, like a dog. I’m scared!”
“No, more like a wolf. It’s getting close!”
“Oh Nooooo it’s… THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES!!! 
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Now, you are probably wondering about the ending of that story.  It is a followup to the story I wrote last week… INVITATION TO A RIDE… after I had received this in the mail…
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I promised a full report… I boarded the MV Chelan as requested shortly before 8 a.m.
IMG_1778 This is actually not the real ferry-boat (I forgot to take a photo), but a stand in.  The model can be seen at Seatown in Seattle.
I settled into a booth and my daughters showed up with a delicious breakfast of quiche and fresh fruit… after arriving on the mainland we readied to depart the ferry…IMG_1727 After a stop at the first of many Starbuck’s we had an exciting car wash… IMG_1729 and upon reaching Seattle, my Birthday got off to an exciting start in the make-up department at Nordstrom…IMG_1731 somehow this was a familiar theme throughout the day.  We stopped to admire the Christmas windows at Tiffany’s (designed by my friend Christopher Young in NYC)…IMG_1734 After a delicious lunch at PF Chang’s, we boarded the famous Monorail… IMG_1742 and headed for the Seattle Repertory Theater to see a matinée performance of…IMG_1745 It was an excellent production and lots of fun… IMG_1752  Checked out the Space Needle on the way back to the Monorail… IMG_1755 We went back to the Mayflower Hotel… IMG_1760  in the heart of downtown Seattle and got ready to go out to dinner at one my favorite Tom Douglas restaurants … IMG_1763 A fabulous meal of Pork Chop and Garlic Sausage followed with a nice birthday dessert… IMG_1767 A restful sleep at The Mayflower and a day of shopping finished off the Birthday Bash.
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This week’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo prompt is courtesy of Randy Mazie Rochelle-Wisoff Fields chose it to be this week’s inspiration for some 100 Word Flash Fiction.

Friday Fictioneers: INVITATION TO TAKE A RIDE…

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San Juan Islands Ferry photo by Ted Strutz
INVITATION TO TAKE A RIDE… A Non-fiction Drabble
Checking my mail. The usual holiday catalogs. Here’s one from Figis wanting me to buy fruitcake. No checks or bills, so that kind of evens out. Wait a bit, here’s a brown envelope postmarked Seattle. What’s really odd, is the way they did the address… letters cut out from something… addressed to ted strutz. Maybe some new advertising gimmick to catch the eye. Inside, letters attached to a paper bag.
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Walk on to the 8:05 ferry
on December 4th
Prepare to b gone all night
don’t forget your hearing aids
don’t ax questions
come alone
You think I’m kidding?
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You can imagine my surprise when I saw this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo prompt.  It was one I had taken, and Rochelle-Wisoff Fields had chosen it to be this week’s inspiration for some 100 Word Flash Fiction.  I wanted to wait till Friday was almost over to explain the photo and not influence any of the Fictioneer’s writings.  It has been fun to read the different takes the photo evoked, and you can see them by going to the Fictioneer’s link page.  As of now, 81 writers have linked their stories… I’ll be #82.
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MV Evergreen State
There are two types of ferries that service the San Juan Islands in the state of Washington.  Located at the top of Puget Sound, in what is called The Salish Sea.  The San Juan Islands consist of something like 172 islands, some no more than a rock… but since it is always above water, it’s officially an island.  I live on San Juan Island… it was named for an explorer called Juan… and is the county seat.  I live in Friday Harbor, which may or not have been named for an indian called Joe Friday… but that’s another story.
The ferry serves the 4 main islands Lopez, Shaw, Orcas and mine.  You board in Anacortes on the mainland (although technically Anacortes is on Fidalgo Island which is connected by bridges and is not part of the San Juan Island Group) and travel by ferry-boat to the different islands, and can even go to Victoria, British Columbia on Vancouver Island (which sails once a day).
There is another run, which is the Interisland Ferry, it is a little smaller ship.  The MV Evergreen State was built in 1953, and holds 100 cars and 1000 passengers. That is what I was on when I took the photo.  I was the only passenger.  In 17 years riding ferries, and I ride the Interisland a lot, I have never been the sole passenger.  Let me tell you, it was a strange feeling, almost scary.  I walked about the passenger deck and had the weirdest feeling, almost like I was in some of the stories my fellow fictioneers have written, they tend to run to the macabre, cheerful lot.  It was around 5 p.m. when I took the photo, as the sun was starting to set.  I thought it was an interesting shot, with the eerie calmness of an empty boat (that should have been busy with people doing all manner of things, including jigsaw puzzles) and the beauty of the scenic calm outside.
If you ever get up Seattle way, come up and take a ride on the ferry… I’ll buy.
I do not know who sent me the invitation, but I have my suspicions, my birthday is Dec. 4, 1943… do the math, it’s a milestone of sorts.  There are two Prime Suspects, but they are not fessing up.  I guess I will have to wait till I walk on the ferry and see who’s there.  I will be sure to take my hearing aids… maybe there’s a Steely Dan concert I don’t know about.
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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Friday Fictioneers: AT THE ART MUSEUM


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           AT THE ART MUSEUM… The story of one woman’s obsession in 100 words…
She had reached her Holy Grail. The Baby Rollie trembled in her fingers as she readied to lie on the marble floor.
“Jamie,” Kevin hissed “this is the Guggenheim for Christ’s sake! You can’t just lie down on the floor.”
Entering the art museum, they had worked their way to the exact center of the lobby to get her perfect shot. She had big plans for this picture, and she had to take it with her Rolleiflex. But the viewfinder is on top of the camera, and her photo is straight up.
“Oh the hell with it, I’m doing it!”
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This story is purely fictional, of course, intended to fulfill a photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.  Any resemblance to anyone named Jamie Powell Sheppard is purely coincidental.  One of my favored possessions is that photograph printed on aluminum… it is spectacular.  Come by my house and I’ll show it to you.  Better yet, visit her website and see all her photographs.
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This week’s FRIDAY FICTIONEERS prompt comes to us from that Canadian Mother, Writer, and Lawyer (so watch out) Jennifer Pendergast.  I could have hugged her when I saw it.
To read other stories by my friends go here…