Photo Essay: Under the Bridge

Revisiting a haunted old haunt

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October’s a good time to absorb the residue of some personal meaning from long ago. The painters are better than they used to be. Some of this is stacked on work I did myself many years back, although I never did get very good.

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This was also a shooting location for a couple of episodes of an old project, from back when filmmaking was only a matter of fun and vital creation, a way to stave off the boredom of life and escape into ludicrous comedy and aesthetic experimentation. Those never did make it to the internet, and given the copyrighted music we included in pretty much all of them, maybe they never will. Must have been a hell of a thing to stumble across on cable access TV on a Saturday night, though.

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It was a time when you could parlay a bizarre story about stop motion creature with a camera for a head stalking and surveilling a man into a $1000 grant, and buy a box of shitty wigs and thirty pounds of colorful plasticine with some of that money. That episode helped us sweep the local awards show too, and even won us a national award for being the most innovative nonprofessional cable access program in the nation. For some reason, that organization has also had us listed as a winner in the Gay/Lesbian Youth category on their website for years now, despite the fact that not a single gay or lesbian person, nor anyone under the age of majority, was involved in its production. Well, I guess that’s at least some ammunition in my arsenal in case I decide to nuke this blog and reinvent myself in such a way that I can plausibly take advantage of grant opportunities in the crazy world we’re living in now.

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It’s strange to feel like such an old man about all of this, but I guess we’re living through strange times.

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Touch grass, losers. Or snow, if you have to.

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