I had another 11th hour week on this one. On Monday night I found myself driving around town looking for something that would make a good photo. I went downtown but didn’t see anything jumping out at me. After giving up and heading back home, I saw a church all lit up and looking nice and churchy. I turned around and got out the camera and tripod and started shooting. It was a beautiful church but there was nothing interesting for a photograph that I could see. Disappointed, I went home and took the camera gear downstairs to edit.
Right as I hit the basement, I saw my pinball machine all opened up for a repair I worked on over the weekend. I knew then that I had a worthy subject for this week. There are wires, motors, solenoids, and subways everywhere. A pinball machine is not like any other machine I have ever worked on. A computer hides most of its secrets under the cover of a microprocessor. With a pinball machine, the mechanisms that allow the game to run are visible to the naked eye. At first glance, the underside of a playfield appears chaotic. After you are forced to make repairs, it all starts to make sense and the whole thing seems a lot less menacing and much more elegant.