david schrott is everywhere

all of the big & little beautiful things in life

Posted in Uncategorized, family, B&W Photography by thebreakfastdictator on 12/14/2017

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some tree-scapes and a hurricane on expired pan-f

Posted in B&W Photography, Uncategorized by thebreakfastdictator on 12/13/2017

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on beaches and bridges, the grainiest november.

Posted in Uncategorized by thebreakfastdictator on 11/22/2017

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there was a sleek (sleak) movement over those grainy grey ripples. we tossed those rocks high in the air and then not so high and then lower and lower till they barely scraped the surface of the river. and the stick was swung harder and harder till it snapped in half because of sheer (shear) torque. find another one and let the game re-begin and re-peat until there is a winner.

fish flop down around the bend while those rocks crack the water’s covering. if you hit it from high enough up, it feels like concrete; it is concrete. at something like 96 feet, you can barely poke the surface; but if you skinny out like a pencil then maybe you have a chance. i’ve seen the townies do it. and more than once. drunk.

there was once this little white dove pigeon. we called him burt reynolds. no one can remember why, but he sat quietly in his cage on the fourth floor of the futon building. we called him forth for some photographs and he produced. at the end of his night he made his truest appearance and it was sung just oh-so-quietly; a whole second at f 2.8. november songs are sung quietly, they say. burt

we can’t access that place anymore. it is full of commercial things and there is a trendy coffee shop below, much the opposite of the one of the great peanut butter scam. that happened damn near 114 years ago, but it’s famous in these parts; so famous it still crackles from the speakers if you listen carefully. really carefully. 

the coffee is still hot there, even at 11pm. the symbolism is latent, so latent it’s intuitive. there is this other one with a watering-can and an upside-down umbrella and a wind-blown scarf (blown gently). it was pointed out well after the fact, but there it is. right in front of you, so quiet you almost miss it.

and when you turn to the right there’s a fuzzy bridge. it’s drenched in grain. that painty painted grain you might see when the winter’s been harsh a few too many years in a row. it starts to rust, then it starts to peel and the sing-songy rhythm of its smoothness starts to ruffle, like burt did when we tried to pry him from his cage. it flakes to the surface below and then one day, when the spring brings new warm air, there is a gaggle of men climbing and jostling for position to clean it up. and by the time the cold air returns, so has the smoothness. just like it was the day that bridge was layed. it’s not fuzzy anymore, it’s just that… that…that…the picture is a little out of focus. the camera may have been dropped or bumped or the wind blew it a little to hard.

one second at 2.8.

 

 

 

10 years post-pittsburgh

Posted in Uncategorized by thebreakfastdictator on 01/12/2017

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South 18th Street; It winds up to the Slopes. The weather is gritty and grainy and black and white, just like this 3200 speed film. Tromp, tromp, tromp. Up the hill. There was an apartment up there for cheap. A one bedroom was $325. The same landlord had another on the Flats for $450. That’s a lot more, but there’s a place to park the GTI. There is no parking on the Slopes. The city was not made for cars and neither was man.

This was January 2007. Ten years pass like a blink, but not those first few weeks in the cold, grey city. The days eeked by and the cold wind passed through the window sills. If you looked just right, you could see straight to the grey outside. There is nothing but grey here. Where is the color? The bridges are yellow, but they too look grey. There is ice and dirt all over. Small little piles on Carey way make it hard to park. So we slide the car sideways. It is now flush with the curb. Coffee is hot and cheap down the street at the Beehive. It’s even warm inside and the incandescent light squeezes out some yellow warmth into the grey air. Everyone has tattoos and wears black. It is a deep black, deeper than zone 3. There are no details in the shadows. The film hasn’t been developed enough.

 

91 days

Posted in Uncategorized by thebreakfastdictator on 12/03/2016

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Three full months. That’s how long it’s been since my dad died. It was a Saturday, just like today. I took the above photo just about an hour before he was gone. There was a period shortly after the funeral where I basically didn’t cry, or even think about him. Now, he comes to mind a few times a day. I always expect him to be coming back soon, as if he was on a trip or running late for something (which he never was, except work!). I am so swamped with work that I’m looking at getting an employee, but I’d rather just have him working for me — like it always was. All the way back to 1988.

RIP Pap, May your memory be eternal.

Posted in Uncategorized by thebreakfastdictator on 07/26/2016
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My Grandfather: 4.6.2007

Schrott – Francis K., “Frank”, 87, Geistown Borough, went to be with the Lord on July 24, 2016 at Memorial Medical Center. Born on December 1, 1928 in Reading Mines, Somerset County, PA, son of Francis E. and Catherine A. (Betts) Schrott. Preceded in death by his parents; 1st wife, Ann (Ramach) Schrott; 2nd wife, Frederica I. (Giles) Schrott and a sister, Sister Monica E. Schrott. He is survived by his loving children, David W. Sr., Quarryville, PA, Matthew P., Geistown Borough, Frances B. Figard, Windber, and Catherine R., wife of Edgar O. Begazo, Columbus, OH; grandchildren, David Jr., Anna, Lydia, Seth, and Sarah, Therese, Nathaniel, Patricia and Monica, and 11 great grandchildren. Frank was a 1944 graduate of Johnstown High School. He was a US Army Veteran serving during the Korean War with the 101st Airborne “Screaming Eagles”. Frank received the Good Conduct; National Defense, Korean Service, and the United Nations Service medals. Frank retired from Bethlehem Steel after 37 years of service. He was a member of St. Benedict Catholic Church and the Menoher Post #155 V.F.W. Frank enjoyed building model planes and trains, fishing and watching the Steelers and NASCAR. He loved gardening and will be remembered for starting his vegetables by seed indoors. Friends will be received from 3-7 p.m. on Friday at the Harris Funeral Home, 500 Cherry Lane, Richland, where Vigil for the deceased will be held. Funeral Mass will be held at 10:30 a.m. on Saturday at St. Benedict Catholic Church, Geistown, Fr. David S. Peles, Pastor. Committal will be at St. Joseph Cemetery, Geistown with military rites conducted by Menoher Post #155 VFW Ritual Team. The family suggests contributions be directed to St. Benedict Catholic Church, 2310 Bedford Street, Johnstown, PA 15904 in memory of Francis.

Memorial Day

Posted in Uncategorized by thebreakfastdictator on 05/30/2016
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Wayde & Uni, Ankeny Iowa

So the summer of 2016 has begun! What a great time of year. This weekend was just unbearably hot, which is exactly how I like ’em. We just got back from Iowa a few weeks ago and it got me to thinking about my first trip to Iowa, which is now almost ten years ago. Ten!

2006 was this oddly pivotal summer for me. I wasn’t doing much photography (for pay), I wasn’t doing much drywall; I think there was about a 52 day stretch where there was no drywall work. We watched a lot of World Cup, smoked a lot of cigarettes, went cliff jumping at the Delta quarry as often as we could and I meandered around the midwest in my VW GTI listening to The Format & General Sherman (how I could afford to do that without working is anyone’s guess).

This was the summer that Prince Street Cafe was under construction and when Square One was really the only spot downtown to hangout. One night we meandered around the city in the rain and smoked under the awning of the Lancaster Futon Building, wondering what was being built behind the brown-papered-windows. So much has changed since then.

I drywall (and paint) mostly every day. I still barely take photos for pay, and hardly take them at all. Wayde got married & has 3 kids; I got married & have one. As a result of my first trip, Zach married a girl from Iowa!

That summer was so crazy. It set the path for so many future events. Who knew…?

 

 

McDonald’s Sign, Gone

Posted in B&W Photography, Uncategorized by thebreakfastdictator on 05/23/2016

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When I was first getting interested in photography, my Dad told me that there was this sign on Columbia Avenue at a McDonald’s. It was one of the old school arches. He said I should take a photo of it before it gets taken down (this was the late 90s). I never did until just a few days before it was taken down (around April 5th this year). I’m glad I did. I’ll miss this sign.

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Posted in Uncategorized by thebreakfastdictator on 11/24/2015

There was a house, there, on West James Street. It was full of ash and broken glass. The rear side window opened neatly and anyone could get in at anytime for anything they wanted. But who would want?

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North, On Prince.

It was cheap. And someone bought it. An array of earthyish colors cover the facade and the Sun Diner has since closed. They cut hair there now and next to it was a consignment bridal shop turned tattoo parlor. Wonder what it’ll be in twenty more years.

Out back was some boxy old warehouse, caddy corner from the driveway. It’s gone now and lofts have been built in the other boxy old warehouse that’s still standing. Money has come to the city.

There used to be these spaces around. Run down, but oh-so-gorgeous in their lead-paint-covered kinda way. The old futon building, where Burt Reynolds nestled in his four-sizes-too-small-cage on that old window sill overlooking the theatre. Our city was too crowded. So we came here. We enjoyed the space and made photographs on cold November days. The burrito shop brought us back to life. December brought its gray-dark days that drizzled along into the hazy mish-mash of one more winter to be endured. The coffee is hot; but never hot-enough, even if it’s boiling. It is the only thing to look forward to. Well, that and a new box of film arriving in the Post. It is beautiful, and cheap. Two whole dollars a roll. They say it’ll be obsolete soon. They know nothing; digital cameras put photos on floppy discs. Who wants to develop a floppy disc?

Sansom Street is dim and paradoxically incandescent. Rain sputtered from the orange sky and the warm yellow light wafted out of rows of windows. The coffee is still brewing and the spine on this book is still un-broken. It’s too hard to settle in though; the chairs are spewn about and the atmosphere warbles. Does no one care for this place? This book isn’t that good anyways.

The long gray-ish halls of Academic were full of upperclassmen; intimidating. Elevator to 5. Over and over and over and over. Endless days painting perfect grey squares. Not finished? Take them home. Paint for hours, fourteen to be exact.

Elevator to 4. Finally. Remember the day we made pin-hole photos? It was snowing. Grain was everywhere. Even on the photo paper.

 

 

 

 

Pittsburgh; Frank Bryan, under the Liberty Bridge.

Posted in Uncategorized by thebreakfastdictator on 11/30/2014

 

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These photos are from July 2012 and October 2014. I love this construction depot. It reminds me of everything Pittsburgh. They filmed a portion of the Dark Knight Rises here. I was thrilled to recognize it during the movie. Pittsburgh is just the best.