We’ve all had that moment when time seems to stand still, when the seconds ooze out like drops from a slowly leaking faucet. Most times it’s when the message “Your call will be answered in the order it was received... your call is very important to us” has drilled its way into your head.
The people populating the warm-toned vintage photographs hanging at Greg Thompson Fine Art in North Little Rock stare back at us like a nearly forgotten third cousin, the one we met once but never got to know.
Simple is a word often used to describe the work of photographer Mike Disfarmer. His stark portraits, produced during a long and very strange career in Heber Springs, are indeed simple. But not simplistic.
On a recent Friday it rained, surprisingly, slightly annoyingly, pattering down onto the Two Rivers Park well-dried landscape. The drops that missed me splashed noisily onto the leafy canopy that covered most of the paved paths that wind through the park.
In case you haven’t noticed, somehow forgotten or are new to the area, Arkansas summers are pretty hot. If you haven’t noticed, you’re probably a victim of thermophilia, a completely made up malady wherein the sufferer cannot feel excessive heat. These lucky people, if they existed, would not be experiencing the fiery heck the rest of us are going through.