I don’t have to tell you where this is, and there’s only so much anyone can do with it – there’s largely one perspective that can be achieved, and I think this visit was as much for the benefit of Jim’s kid, while they were in the vicinity, than anything else. It’s admittedly pretty amazing how erosion can produce something that looks so much like four faces…
I actually liked this frame the best, out of the handful that Jim sent me, because of the color. The sun had gone behind a cloud and this produced a muted blue light that seemed to bring more character out of the rock than the typical sunlight shots. It also eliminated the harsh shadows that can make the faces look less like their subjects (or so I gather – I haven’t met any of them in person yet.)
But let’s take a closer look at this album cover, and the expressions therein. On. Whatever. Washington looking dreamily off into the distance, thinking of the bold future. Jefferson getting a bit pompous, believing he’s the driving force behind the songwriting. Roosevelt (the drummer) tucked into a corner and finally determined to dump these bozos and go solo. And Lincoln trying not to look like he was staring at the lighting assistant’s nipple bumps.
Oh, stop it. You know I’m right…