I had an especially vivid dream the other night.
In it, my former co-worker had started a photo project with an interesting premise. She had set up a victorian sofa – cream colored paint on wood with gold trim and light green cushions – in a forrest. It was late fall since the trees were bare and there were leaves under and around the sofa.
For the photos, she and her subject would sit on the sofa in the late afternoon sun – each balancing a cup of steaming tea in ornate china on a saucer on a crossed knee. They faced forward with a serious expression and Jeanne used an ipad the size of a upended coffee table and a remote trigger to take the portrait.
With the “dream knowledge”, I knew that she had taken hundreds of nearly identical photos – only the guest subject was different.
And she was planning a book – “photo’s with Jeanne” was to be the title.
She and I didn’t get to talk much – the lighting was critical – but she did mention her successor at work – Casey (who she hadn’t met in real life) and his work with photography and mastery of shadows.
What struck me was how plausible this was for one of my dreams. No mutant-demon-zombie-ninjas. No clone ghosts or galactic conquests. The only odd thing was the size of the iPad – and that’s not that far off.
So, Jeanne, here’s a project for you. I’ll see if I can find you that sofa…