Even if I still do, occasionally, it doesn’t make much sense bringing the Fuji anywhere anymore. It may work half–ok–ish, for a while, but more likely it won’t. The procedure goes something like this: Fuji doesn’t respond to dials or focus or respond to eye sensor etc. Then it’s time to: Turn Fuji off Remove battery Put it back in Close battery lid Power on and then it may come back to its usual self, […]
A step back to a previous life, it seems. In a sense, not an overstatement. From 2003, I believe. Taken somewhere I shouldn’t have been spending time. Fond of the pic though. Complicated, as they say.
Been playing mind games recently, with ifs in them. Like what I would photograph if the situation was different, and access and opportunities allowed it. That sort. Different themes. No limits. Like so.. (in no particular order, none of this) Whose portrait Not normal people When I was a kid I delivered the newspaper. Once a month I walked the route, just after dinner time, collecting the subscription fee. One of the subscriber scared me, […]
An image caught my eye the other day, in my Feedly feed, the #photography category. You know the feed images, the ones chosen to represent an article, sometimes well selected, sometimes not as well. In my Feedly settings they’re quite small, very small actually, and if they are to catch my attention it will be the shapes, contrast or colours, or a mix of these, perhaps a person’s face, if the image was taken from […]
“I’d been making pictures of rural areas, in the manner of Ansel Adams, but the conference organizers asked me to make documentary pictures of the city of Colordado Springs, which was growing rapidly. I did so, and was surprised. The scenes were frightening, but one or two had about them an unexpected beauty. I couldn’t account for it. From that point on, I felt I had some exploring to do.” Robert Adams, Along Some Rivers
It’s been staring at me, the Pentax, for a long time now. Begging me to go for a walk so it could see, not the world exactly, but at least the nearest surroundings. Stretch out, move a little, internally as well as just being around, breathe the fresh air.. And I’ve always replied, —“nahh, I don’t even know where your films are, so being outside wouldn’t make much sense, right?” And it would nod, as […]
There wasn't anything new about a set of photos I called New Landscapes. A slight change of perspective on my behalf, and pace perhaps, but no wheels were invented (or re–invented).
Had an almost emotional moment when I opened the bag from the bottom drawer, the one with the old PC Nikkor. A few years ago the plan was to replace it but the replacement ended up needing service and for some reason I haven’t gotten around to fixing it, diy or send it to someone who knows what she’s doing. So there hasn’t been a 35 shift in my life for quite a while now. […]
I own more things than I know about. Obviously, given how I’ve forgotten about them, a lot of them are useless to me. For some reason I haven’t gotten around to tossing them either. Although something that should become the weekend project one of these days that’s not what this was supposed to be about. The green thing in the photos might be the best thing I own. Best because it takes me to places […]
I wrote somewhere that I would make a postcard series from the capital. And that this one could be called Romanticizer. I liked the title. And, for what it’s worth, the idea to make a postcard series from the capital. Still do. Just need to haul my ass over there and photograph some more. And the photograph. In fact I’m more fond of this photograph than most others that I’ve made in the last few […]
Sixteen years ago I drove around South Iceland and photographed. Made a few prints in a darkroom somewhere in downtown Reykjavík. Among others, one of this waterfall. Put them in envelopes and applied at art schools. Still think about who he was and which photos he sent in an envelope the guy I met on the stairs on my way to the interview, he who sat and held his head in his hands and who […]
I’m the guy with the three rusty Saabs in the driveway. Two of them without licence plates. I always buy Saabs, they’ve proven good for me. .. And the two—I’m gonna rebuild them. Gonna.
