October 26, Sedan, Kansas (73 miles, city park.)
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Last images (Elvis.)
October 25, Parsons.
It's the end of the season, five shows to go, so I'm getting nostalgic, and heading for the last few images to be gleaned inside the big top before they are gone forever.
Dylan Scissorhands.
October 24, Pittsburg.
I was so saddened my Dylan didn't win anything; I thought his costume was so cool (entirely home-made by his dad, and many a yard sale and thrift store rummaging for accessories) and he looked so darling.
The muscle behind the party (Danny and Tavana.)
October 24, Pittsburg.
Every year the reminders are on the daily route slips as early as March and don't let up until the end: "The great Halloween party is only 152 days away! Be ready!"
My favorite.
October 24, Pittsburg.
Only made better by his alter ego, with a sign that said: "Blew Man Group."
Ryan of course, with a dab of blue makeup around the mouth.
Baking in between.
October 24, Pittsburg.
After doing the face painting and before appearing in the elephant act, Reyna rushed home to make the cream filling for the Halloween party's tres leches cake.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Dylan.
October 22, Osawatomie.
Both Dylan and Nicolas were sick last year, so this is really their first trick or treating.
Trick or treats.
October 22, Osawatomie.
Tavana decided to have Trick or Treat today as it was threatening to rain over the week end. The Halloween party, with its much-heralded costume contests, is set for after the show on Sunday.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
The project.
October 21, Pleasant Hill.
I am thrilled to announce that an edit of The Mudshow Diaries photography project, started last year thanks to the inspiration of my friend, the photographer Mary Beth Meehan, is now uploaded on my web site.
You can see it by clicking on the "Shameful Self-Promotion" link of the blog, buried somewhere near the middle of all the other links.
I couldn't have done without the patience and cooperation of everyone on the show: thank you, it is dedicated to you.
NB: but it never ends, because there is always beauty.
I am thrilled to announce that an edit of The Mudshow Diaries photography project, started last year thanks to the inspiration of my friend, the photographer Mary Beth Meehan, is now uploaded on my web site.
You can see it by clicking on the "Shameful Self-Promotion" link of the blog, buried somewhere near the middle of all the other links.
I couldn't have done without the patience and cooperation of everyone on the show: thank you, it is dedicated to you.
NB: but it never ends, because there is always beauty.
Circus news.
October 21, Pleasant Hill.
Mr. North's youngest daughter rode the elephants today, the first time a member of the true Ringling family is back under the big top in the twenty-first century, I believe.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
A quiet town.
October 19, Lawson.
It only takes a few steps (most of the time.)
Yesterday I felt irritated, for reasons I cannot remember now, so I went walking. I felt irritated, restless, futile and wrong in my discontentment, so I walked to the center of town, a few hilly blocks away, and soon I fell into a trance, and a trove. I started taking pictures without looking for them, because walking opens my eyes and quiets my rambling mind, makes me feel good, even when the scenery is bleak, or worse, common, especially when the scenery is bleak and common, as in so many small towns we play.
There was an unlikely boarded-up laundromat, a house with the shadow of a portico around a crumbling door, a cement wall that looked like a monochrome Miro canvas, a flower garden clinging to life in the autumn coming, an old gas station for sale, many homes with repossession notices on their door. I walked slowly, marveling at what each step revealed, and without striving the irritation was gone, and a joyful sensation took its place.
It was a quiet town in northwestern Missouri.
It only takes a few steps (most of the time.)
Yesterday I felt irritated, for reasons I cannot remember now, so I went walking. I felt irritated, restless, futile and wrong in my discontentment, so I walked to the center of town, a few hilly blocks away, and soon I fell into a trance, and a trove. I started taking pictures without looking for them, because walking opens my eyes and quiets my rambling mind, makes me feel good, even when the scenery is bleak, or worse, common, especially when the scenery is bleak and common, as in so many small towns we play.
There was an unlikely boarded-up laundromat, a house with the shadow of a portico around a crumbling door, a cement wall that looked like a monochrome Miro canvas, a flower garden clinging to life in the autumn coming, an old gas station for sale, many homes with repossession notices on their door. I walked slowly, marveling at what each step revealed, and without striving the irritation was gone, and a joyful sensation took its place.
It was a quiet town in northwestern Missouri.
Monday, October 18, 2010
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