So the two of you must be wondering, "What's going on at the Edge? It's been over a week and nothing. Nothing!" Well, here's the deal. I'm working on a short film right now that relies heavily on old public domain photos so I'm searching for photos for that right now instead of photos for this. I'll still update here in the coming weeks while I'm making the movie but on the order of once a week, with occasional stretches of two weeks in there. Once the movie's done it's back to browsing through photo archives for The Invisible Edge. Thanks for listening, both of you.
A rather extraordinary postcard from 1903, made in Detroit and sold in Mexico, at least if we're to believe Annie. It portrays the finish of a cock fight, with the victor standing over the lifeless vanquished.
A very sad story of an artist, frustrated and depressed, taking her final exit. I can't say I don't understand the feeling at times. Sometimes being sensitive is a curse because everyday reactions of people become sleights, insults or rejections. Eventually, you just want peace.