The Back Table Lamp.

The Gooseneck.

I spied this old gooseneck lamp reflecting off the rear red wall of a neighborhood ice cream parlor. I moved in tight and seriously under exposed my frame. This is what the Forensic Forage is all about. Walk about, keeping your eye peeled for mundane funk. Then capture it in a photo frame.

When I first saw the scene it looked like less than nothing. But by using my over/under button and then jamming a wide angle lens in tight instead of trying to shoot a panorama, I was able to able to lift the beaming gooseneck up to be pleasing eye candy.

Fractured Fungus Covered Window Glass. Junked Freedom Bus. North Carolina Salvage Yard.

The bus is part of some jarring American history but it also unexpectedly coughed up some funky modern art. I learned to shoot these naturally occurring abstracts from my colleague Jim Provencher. The patterns, coloration, and presentation are very engaging. But the location of this fractured glazing real piqued my

The Forensic Forage Thrives on Finding Funk.

Just like pornography, you know it when you see it. You might just define it simply as being “off the wall” or as being “quirky odd“. I have been combining funk with the mundane in photo frames for decades. Confronted with shooting something spectacular like the Grand Canyon or the

Some Suspect Rock ‘n Roll Was Banned in Our House.

Don’t Worry Mom, She’s Italian! Timi Yuro missed a golden chance for her career to be really spectacular. She turned down legendary composer Burt Bacharach’s offer to record WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW IS LOVE, in late 1962. She had already charted Number 1 a year earlier

I Found City Lights, Ferlinghetti, and a Young Man Named Jack.

I never made it to City Lights Book Store until the 2011honeymoon of my second marriage. The ethereal lure of San Francisco’s iconic North Beach was then powerful enough to finally coax me there. As I foraged the upstairs nooks, I felt the creative energy of those Beat geniuses

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Fractured Fungus Covered Window Glass. Junked Freedom Bus. North Carolina Salvage Yard.

The Forensic Forage Thrives on Finding Funk.

Some Suspect Rock ‘n Roll Was Banned in Our House.

I Found City Lights, Ferlinghetti, and a Young Man Named Jack.