Being a now-defunct random compendium of Jeffrey Scott Holland's photographic effluvia dumped to a blog with neither rhyme nor reason.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Beatersville
Happening today at Phoenix Hill. Astute JSH-stalkers may recall I DJ'd at one of these events a few years back, spinning rockabilly, surf and garage oldies.
Copper Cupcake
Like A Car Doctor, someone apparently didn't get the memo that of all the beautiful fonts out there in the world, the God-awful one they chose is world-renowned as the world's most hated font.
Norton Commons, Prospect, KY.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Silver Creek Lanes
The building is demolished, but fortunately the sign remains. But for how long, dear reader, how long?
Sellersburg, IN.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Undulating Fibers
Between being a cat owner and a fiber arts enthusiast - plus an antiques/junk/crap collector - my home and clothes are always a forensic nightmare. Dust and little fibers clinging everywhere.
It fascinates me how these tiny fibers will move and sway, even when in an environment with no air circulation. Sometimes you can even put a glass over something that has one of the fibers clinging to it, and it will still wiggle around, almost as if alive, almost as if swaying in the breeze - yet there's no breeze.
Last night, I watched as this cluster of fibers did an exotic bellydance, using my digital camera's display as a video microscope. There was no air moving in the room, and I held my breath, yet the fibers wriggled on, standing up on end and coiling around each other. It was a very creepy feeling, as the fibers gave the illusion of actual sentience in their movements.
I assume - but I really have no idea - that the motion of the fibers is caused by A) static electricity, B) uneven temperature in the air, and C) gravity/momentum as the fiber's own micro-weight shifts gently from where it's clinging. However, more paranoid minds than my own have tried to implicate tiny fibers into conspiracy theory.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Weird Rust
I'm intrigued by the odd design the corrosion on this door hinge has taken on. The other hinge doesn't do it for some reason.
Grass Jungle
I like setting the camera down in the grass and pushing the button, then seeing what I got. It never gets old. This is what the world looks like to a mouse.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Baker Boy
In the process of destroying - er, I mean renovating - this block on Shelbyville Road, workers revealed a happy little face who hasn't seen the light of day in decades. Baker Boy, welcome to the 21st century.