I don’t even know where to start with this entry. I guess I could explain what these are pictures of, where I took them, etc, or I could just post them with some kind of seemingly witty catch line explaining little or nothing at all about where they were actually taken.

Maybe I will take the first approach. Last weekend I visited a place called the Collins Foundation, in Middle of Nowheres, Massachusetts. Seriously I had no idea where I was going and eventually ended up on a one way road where only one car fit on the road.

Luckily, I finally did get in there and what I found, well, behold first, then I will explain:

It looks kinda Brancusi, doesn’t it? Well, after staring at this and other photos for a couple of days that was what I thought. But, it is not Brancusi, rather the Collins Foundation is a place located in the Middle of Nowheres where they display old cars and airplanes and have (no joke) German condoms from 1943. I choose not to photograph those because that goes into territory where this blog usually doesn’t go. But I gotta say again. German condoms from 1943. OMFG.

Anyways (did I not mention this would be a long entry?) the above non-Brancusi has a very interesting provenance. It is a hood ornament attached to a specially made Cadillac once owned a nice Chicago business man named Al Capone. Maybe you heard of his work during Prohibition.

Another view of his vehicle? OK:

I took some full views of the vehicle, but the hood ornament was the part of the vehicle that I liked best. If you don’t like that, leave a note. Still, I will probably just photograph hood ornaments.

Speaking of hood ornaments, my desktop is currently full up with them, but seriously, why not because these things, really, they are lovely to look at:

Yes, that is a lot of photos of hood ornaments, more than anyone ever needs to see, but I like it, I see it, I photograph it and the world gasps in amazement. Kidding about that last one.

Also, those are hood ornaments from cars or car companies that ceased to exist 20, 30, even 40 years ago. Seen a Packard go by lately? Hows about a Duisenberg? Well, you won’t because they don’t make them anymore. Not to worry. There will be more. I only took 200 photos during the three hours at the Collins Foundation.

Work, work, work… All in the service of photography, demanding photography…

Can you?:

I couldn’t think of a better title for this photo other than life:

Gursky, Gursky, Gursky. Guilty as charged. I have been trying to do that Paris train station shot for years, even with the correct train station, but nothing. So I am stuck with tiles on train.

And pipes. Yup, pipes or whatever these are. If anyone cares to chime in and tell me what they are, great:

Hello little Faneuil Hall acrobat man. I’d like to introduce myself. I was the one with the armament or missile or whatever around my neck taking your picture today. You mentioned your father thinks you are away for college for the summer and not doing what you are doing and for blowing your cover, I am sorry.

But, congratulations. You made my blog, me, a world famous photographer. OK, that is lie.

Anyway, onward to the hilarity:

Loved the look of pain on your face acrobat man. I am mailing you your Oscar momentarily.

While contorting himself into this pretzel position, he was egging me on to take his photo. Boy, do I love it when that happens:

There were three of these acrobat siblings. Look at what this poor girl has to do:

Acrobat #1, whose name I didn’t find out, but in my mind I call Geesman/Bass (inside joke) was quite the showman:

As was his brother:

Here he was getting the crowd going. This was my favorite photo:

Again, British acrobat family visiting Boston this fair summer — congratulations, I am sorry.

No better title for this. No better:

I never even noticed that the small man on top of Grand Central is made of smaller pieces of stone. Look closer. Interesting things abound.