I was jazzed when I read that our assignment this week was "potluck" meaning whatever we wanted as long as we shot it now and didn't pull out photos from our archives. And then the week started and I didn't think about it again. Maybe because it's been an overcast and rain showers kind of week. The one day that was really nice weather I went for a bike ride down along the river. The first shot is from early in the week when I noticed how well the blanket flowers are doing despite our weirdly cool spring. The second I took today while out and about. I love old barns and buildings left over from the gold rush. I just noticed this iron door the other day after not noticing many times before while driving by it on Gold Hill Road. Little did I know I had only enough juice in the camera's battery for one shot. Of course you always think your second or third shot will be the best but at least I was able to get one.
Perhaps this secret stood out for me this week because I just read Lynda Barry's My Perfect Life yesterday. I was transported to another time...a time I remember well since I grappled with being a teenager during the 70s. I loved the parts of the comic/graphic novel when Maybonne made reference to giving someone "some reality"-- in other words, laying some truth on them. This secret seems to exemplify a difference between then and now.
What's gained from a deception like this? What's lost? Does anyone even say "get real" anymore?
Nicole Kidman produced this film that is based on a Pulitzer Prize winning play. The film adaptation is fantastic. Every character presents a valuable point of view and each has been perfectly cast. Terrific performances all around but I was especially impressed with Eckart's. Loved the soundtrack. Trailer is here.