Aperture has a workshop. They ask: “Do you know where you’re going next with your photography–or where it’s taking you?” Good thing you asked, Aperture. Honestly, I have no idea. I do know this, though: I photograph because it is the communication, the one that is. Even if it exists partly, mostly, exclusively even, in a void*. An empty room, where the images and what they carry bounces between the walls, slightly altering meaning and/or […]
Perhaps it’s as simple as this. That I need to accept the fact that in my near future there is a square 120 film back, a 55mm lens and a camera that can move it around. Up, down, and to the sides. Well, not necessarily to the sides. And by the look of this shopping list, no kidneys in my abdomen. Guess it isn’t. That simple that is. They do keep messing with my head […]
I have no vision, I just like to imagine that I do. Pretend. (It’s enough now, you can stop writing.) I do, however, like the associations that come with the image of a trail, or road. How it hints at not being here anymore, but somewhere else. Around the next turn. And how we don’t know anything about this elsewhere, yet. Wanderlust. Wanderlust vision would make a potensially successful instagram account, or similar. I’m sure […]
That is, Streetrepeat as in here, on Instagram. Streetrepeat “is an Instagram account [..] born out of a fascination for the amount of repeated patterns in street photography, particularly on Instagram.” It takes a popular (apparently) theme, finds three photographs by three different photographers and posts them one after the other. That’s the short version, more to read at their site. As for what I think about it.. I can certainly admit to finding it […]
I used to know someone who would be present in nature while I ran around like a madman attempting to make it stick to film. Can’t rembember bothering to stop much and ask myself what it was I was trying to find, or capture. Just went on, searching, framing, adjusting, releasing the shutter, collecting fragments of reality as it passed. As if I needed them in order to confirm—or excuse, not really sure which—my existence, […]
Sure the subject matter is close to heart and all. And one of it I don’t think is terrible. But really, I can’t stand these two photographs. Perhaps what I dislike the most about them is how they represent if not my greatest flaw when it comes to getting things done, then certainly one on the top–10 list; the tendency to postpone whatever it is I should be doing while waiting for some pieces of […]
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 […]
