Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Seed Heads (Pasqueflower / Western Anemone) at Mt. Rainier. August 20, 2018.
Seed Heads at 6400+ feet
The National Park staff was excellent everywhere in Washington. Friendly, helpful and full of knowledge regarding the trails and parks. As the skies were smoky from the wildfires in BC and Idaho, a recommendation was made to view the wildflowers in the Sunrise area of Mt. Rainier. That's how I came across these Seed Heads.
Monday, September 3, 2018
Hoh Rain Forest. August 19, 2018.
This was shot late morning, around 10am. We only did a short one hour hike as we wanted to get over to the beaches. The forests were on the dry side for a rain forest and the wildfire danger was rated high in the Olympic. We would soon be seeing the smoke from the BC wildfires over the next several days.
Sunday, September 2, 2018
Ruby Beach Sea Stack. August 19, 2018
Ruby Beach. August 19, 2018. 12:42 pm
We did not get down to Ruby Beach until noon. This is around low tide. High tide was around 7ish in the morning and evening. From low to high here the change is 4-5 feet. I'm guessing that this sea stack is surrounded by water at high tide. I'm also thinking of the possibilities.
Saturday, September 1, 2018
Rialto Beach. August 18, 2018
Rialto Beach. August 18, 2018
We left Vancouver at 9am, hoping to arrive on the Olympic Peninsula early afternoon. With long delays at customs and the ferry, we did not get to the ocean side until early evening. I had originally planned to shoot Ruby Beach but out lateness forced a detour to Rialto instead. Eva was excellent with the navigating and we drove through back roads bringing us towards La Push and Rialto.
We were immediately aware that we were in a place of mystery. Foggy atmosphere, cool temps in the 50's and the light was leaving us. I started looking and my eyes became happy.
Saturday, February 17, 2018
Sunday, January 28, 2018
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Thursday, September 7, 2017
A Little More About the China Photos
1988: 3 cameras, 4-5 lenses, 30 rolls 35mm film, 10 rolls 120 film, film guard bags for x-rays, Domke bag with back pack straps, Texas state press pass.Nothing digital. No autofocus. No autoexposure. No motor drives. This is what I brought to China.
Smart film shooters are more protective of their film returning from a trip than when they first departed. The first sign of success is hanging the film to dry and seeing well defined negatives just out of the wetting agent. Then you know that you have work to do.
The film developing began in June and and probably took a week or two. The printing came next. Somehow I decided to print diptychs, merging the frame borders together, pairing a Chinese photo from the US with a Chinese photo from China. Looking for similarities and contrasts, flow from one image to its partner. Test stripping one image, expose on half a sheet of paper, set registration marks on the easel and put the sheet in a box. Test strip the other image, pull out the sheet and print on the other half. Print on the same half and end up screaming obscenities.
These pictures were starting to work and I was somewhere in the middle of July 1988. A month later was the deadline for the Illinois Arts Council grants which became my target for the year. Having been rejected twice previously, I knew that this new work was better and I would give it a shot. The process for making these prints was time consuming, technically rigorous, but it was my game and i set or broke the rules as i went along.
1988 was a time when I was able to make these pictures. In September of that year I opened a letter saying I was awarded an Illinois Arts Council Fellowship for photography.
Smart film shooters are more protective of their film returning from a trip than when they first departed. The first sign of success is hanging the film to dry and seeing well defined negatives just out of the wetting agent. Then you know that you have work to do.
The film developing began in June and and probably took a week or two. The printing came next. Somehow I decided to print diptychs, merging the frame borders together, pairing a Chinese photo from the US with a Chinese photo from China. Looking for similarities and contrasts, flow from one image to its partner. Test stripping one image, expose on half a sheet of paper, set registration marks on the easel and put the sheet in a box. Test strip the other image, pull out the sheet and print on the other half. Print on the same half and end up screaming obscenities.
These pictures were starting to work and I was somewhere in the middle of July 1988. A month later was the deadline for the Illinois Arts Council grants which became my target for the year. Having been rejected twice previously, I knew that this new work was better and I would give it a shot. The process for making these prints was time consuming, technically rigorous, but it was my game and i set or broke the rules as i went along.
1988 was a time when I was able to make these pictures. In September of that year I opened a letter saying I was awarded an Illinois Arts Council Fellowship for photography.
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
A little about the China photos
My China photos were actually preceded by my Chinese photos. Sometime during the 1980's I started documenting family events. I also figured out how to photograph firecrackers going off during Argyle's New Year festivities. A thick leather jacket, face mask, motorcycle goggles, earplugs from my days on the shooting range, I would walk in and start shooting. With all the noise, smoke, explosions and red paper flying around it was hard to focus and exposure was preset.
The first time in China was 1988 and I still remember it as a magical time. Landing in the old Hong Kong airport with high rise buildings on either side to taking the train to Guangzhou and crossing into a Communist land, waiting for an evil but it did not appear. Meeting relatives, relatives of relatives, their friends and relatives of their friends, it went on forever. But for me, I was the observer. The trip was for my mother, it was her homecoming after more than 40 years away and one of her brightest moments.
The first time in China was 1988 and I still remember it as a magical time. Landing in the old Hong Kong airport with high rise buildings on either side to taking the train to Guangzhou and crossing into a Communist land, waiting for an evil but it did not appear. Meeting relatives, relatives of relatives, their friends and relatives of their friends, it went on forever. But for me, I was the observer. The trip was for my mother, it was her homecoming after more than 40 years away and one of her brightest moments.
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