"You might say "Boo!" when you sneak up on someone and scare them. Or it's what you would shout while throwing tomatoes in a theater to get a bad performer off the stage. I like to be "booed". Scare me, and scare me again. Researchers say it's actually the adrenaline rush - and the wave of relief once the fright is over - that makes being scared so much fun.
I bought a pumpkin at the market the other day. It sits on the porch, the weather is starting to warm up. I lay await at night hoping to hear the sounds from the screen door slowly sliding on its track. According to tradition, watermelons or any kind of pumpkin kept more than ten days or after Christmas will become a vampire, rolling around on the ground and growling to pester the living. People have little fear of the vampire pumpkins and melons because of the creatures' lack of teeth. One of the main indications that a pumpkin or melon is about to undergo a vampiric transformation (or has just completed one) is said to be the appearance of a drop of blood on its skin. The pumpkin stir all by themselves and make a sound like 'brrrl, brrrl, brrrl!' and begin to shake themselves.
I would give anything for a mild case of Ranidaphobia- Fear of frogs. A clinical case of a severe fear of frogs was described in the Journal of Behavior Therapy and Experimental Psychiatry in 1983: a woman developed an extreme fear of frogs after a traumatic incident when her lawn mower ran over a group of frogs creating a bloody mess. She had sleepless nights, kept up by the loud croaking of frogs. She would turn on the lights and find frogs in her kitchen, How cool is that!
I'll never catch Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns. I was weaned on clowns. Bozo the clown entertained me on TV when I was a child. Stephen King's sadistic, balloon-wielding clown called Pennywise, was good, I rolled around late each night after having put the book down; my eyes too tired to continue. I definitely did not look under the bed, and my arms never extended over the edge of the mattress. Sufferers sometimes acquire a fear of clowns after having a bad experience with one personally, or seeing a sinister portrayal of one in the media.
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I am by no means ready to die! So, with that fact established, let's begin at the beginning: See links for all the Genesis posts to date: Genesis Through My Eyes
In my not too distant past, if I were to see a street person, a bum, sleeping in a door front or on a park bench, I would have kept my distance and perhaps shrugged my shoulders.: He had the "smarts" to ask someone where to go, I didn't
Fortune has allowed me to come full circle and return to my earlier interest in photography. I am at that age were some weight loss would be beneficial. I certainly don't believe all photographers need to starve, but my initial goals are realistic, if not humble. The industry has changed tremendously, but the possibilities are unlimited. I am grateful that my parents' gave me a generic name. It's allowed me to explore numerous paths unhindered.
"I continue to seek exquisite beauty in my images, exploring all techniques, old and new".
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