i’m still jealous of todd hido
Hm… there is definitely a story in there somewhere. I wrote about American photographer Todd Hido about two years ago. I absolutely love his “homes at night” series, mainly because I’m a snoop {I prefer that to ‘peeping tom’}. When I see a warm glow coming from a window, I can’t help but wonder what’s happening inside. Thankfully, Todd has a portfolio full of lonely interiors, and a whole bunch of very sassy portraits… put them all together with a few clicks in Photoshop, and voila, my little story starts to write itself {without me getting arrested!}
Here is a poem about glimpsing the lives of others in evening’s windows, an art I learned from my darling mother:
Poem to be Read at 3 a.m.
Excepting the diner
On the outskirts
The town of Ladora
At 3 a.m.
Was dark but
For my headlights
And up in
One second-story room
A single light
Where someone
Was sick or
Perhaps reading
As I drove past
At seventy
Not thinking
This poem
Is for whoever
Had the light on
-Donald Justice
#poemjealousy
lovely.
The last picture was used in the cover of a Raymond Carver Book. quite eerie and interesting.
these are beautifully scary. some kind of a pictured, mondern kafka. I can see butterflies too. the heavy ones.
Beautiful.