OK – this is my final trip out as ‘the Imposter’ – tonight I leave all of that behind. I go out on a real heart-wrencher.
It’s not written by Elvis, it’s a country classic and every time I hear it, I weep. Not just ordinary little snivels, great plopping hot tears of misery. It’s not that I’m sad, it’s just that the song drips with pathos and EC does that like no-one else in history.
This photo came about in a flash of inspiration and while I‘ve been at the hospital this afternoon waiting for my consultant to see me, I’ve been sitting sewing my satin heart prop. I’ve felt a bit like the knitting ladies in the French Revolution, waiting for the gut-wrenching bad news and sewing to pass the time. It’s been a bizarre experience.
Oh and Jeanne – once again, I thank you for pushing me to my creative limits. I can’t tell you how difficult this shot was to set up – in fact, the only way I could do it was by reverting to my G3 with its wireless remote control and movable display. So, picture the scene – the doors between the dining room and the middle room open, with a bamboo pole gaffer taped to the top and the strings tied around it. Then a contortionist wriggling into the other ends of the strings and so on. It’s not what I wanted, I wanted focus on the heart and me in soft focus but believe me by the time I’d got a composition I was happy with, I’d lost interest in the niceties of the focal point.
I hope you get it Jeanne – I’m going back to real life tomorrow instead of this fantasy land I’ve inhabited this week.
STOP PRESS: I've just noticed that today I've gone through half a million hits on my PBASE pages - wow - when I started this I never thought it would be so popular - thanks to all who have taken the time to browse - particularly my PotD but also my other galleries too.
Yes, Jeanne - it's
I'm your toy
Thank you for the inspiration!