You've all heard of infra-red pictures, right? Okay... so howzabout infra-blue, infra-yelllow, or infra-green?
I wanted to make light pour like syrup. So I took my tiny Morris Minor out to the Southern End of Lancaster county where the light does that.
You want to learn a big word? I just did, it's synesthesia. To some folks it's a harmless but perplexing psychological disorder. They can hear color, or taste feeling, or see music or... well you get the idea. Artists use synesthesia as a technique. And turning light into syrup is an example, um I think.
I bought this Morris from a tobacco dealer in that part of Lancaster County where the Amish still grow a lot of tobacco. It's a very small car. About as small as my 1934 Ford Coupe that I showed you last Thursday night. But I didn't turn on the synesthesia then. If I strip it away the scene looked a lot less romantic. More like this...
I like infra-green. You? Lemme know, K? And by the way, anybody know what year this car was built?
By popular request... Okay... here's my Morris at home...