I forgot about the Monkey

Sitting this morning after the morning emails.... thinking, thinking about the past and the future.  It's funny how you can make both forms of time present if you think about them.  The past becomes the present and so does the future.

All you have to do is think of them and whoop, there they are in your present thoughts.

I'm in the past, looking at the wall of polaroids that most photographers BDA (before digital age) had.  During a shoot, a particular polaroid might strike a nerve better than the finished shot and you tack it to the wall.
And I'm looking and there's one I haven't really looked/seen at in years.  Because of it's curl it's accumulated a sedimentary timeline of dusts.  Camouflaged it.  Right there in front of me and I haven't seen it.

A shot I did for HP forever ago.  Brought in a small circus looking tent, huge painted sunset looking background, some circus tent ropes and a monkey sitting on a circus looking barrel. 
In the studio.
I remember the lion I brought in to lunge at me behind the camera, the elephant I rented to sit on a car, the parrots, lizards, frogs and so so many dogs and cats.
The monkey, nope.

The past monkey is now the present monkey.  Time travel.

And in the End

The Wood Leaves

Ken and the boys came and loaded up the big bar top, legs, other slab countertops, six benches, three tabletops, and the cut-offs.  They are destined for the lobby of a new condo being built in downtown SF.
The cut-offs Ken is fashioning into things for his studio remodel.

That's a 61 Corvair in the background by the way.  Sky, the guy across the way from me bought it for his girlfriend to drive.  A 61 Corvair.

Ken tying it off.  I put the fear of jesus in him about no transport damage.

The shape shifting legs head into the light.

I love the way Ken and I did the business part.
Ken..."How much do I owe you?"
Me..."Hmmmm....ummmm."
Ken..."How about $______.__?"
Me..."That's fine."

Done.

Watersports

And so this chapter comes to the end.

Nearly twenty years in the Dogpatch and the last job was a water job.
I wasn't supposed to shoot in the studio, supposed to be on location but the afternoon before, late afternoon by the way, a phone call comes in...everything's changed, we want the studio and we want water a'splashin'.

I was hoping the last job here would be a close up of a beautiful woman sipping wine but that looks like it's going to have to wait.  One of a series of upcoming ad campaigns for a Central Cali winery.

And so it shall be.  Water on 3D printed crap.......stuff.

And so it is done.