Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
I take a lot of photos. I take photos of what my friends consider nothing - less than trivial - scraps of paper, overpainted staples in bulletin boards, blades of grass, places where something was rather than where it is is now. I'm pretty methodical about it, too. I see something, approach it as mindfully and mindlessly as possible (giving up thought, but keeping as much of the ethics and respect for it to be my equal). It's my process and it's just how i 'work.' Mostly.
Several days ago at the French Broad park on Amboy, i was just standing on the bank, camera in hand as usual, and not really processing anything. A moment of moving meditation that i only noticed later i was looking at these leaves, this water, this reflection. The dog yanked on the leash and i moved away. A bit refreshed.
Only at home did i notice that i had actually taken a picture where i stood. And only one. Usually, i work a subject - moving in like i'm hunting image - stalking light and darkness - taking photos all the while, composing, recomposing, cropping, adjusting the light balance, etc. But i don't even remember taking this photo. Not a bit. And it was glaringly solitary in the digital contact sheet. In fact i had to think about my trip to the dog park to try and place where this shot was - as if i stumbled and my camera went off accidently. But i took the shot alright. It was an awesome/awe-full moment when the universe for me took a breath and i noticed nothing at all was happening.
In a way it feels like for a moment, the process reversed and the image or the world or something took a picture of my thoughts thinking. Or of me being wonderfully nothing.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Lately, i've been going around taking photos of photos. I carry with me a slew of throw-away photos that Helen intended to toss when she cleaned and gleaned thru her photobooks and shoeboxes of photographs. Mostly people and places i know nothing about.
And i'm glad i don't know them. It gives me a freedom to place them in ways that hints at revealing new things to me. It makes for surprising results and i keep my mindlessness while doing it.
I also need to get better at titles. Lately, i've been lazy.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
I want to try rephotographing photos or placing snapshots and photographs in places they wouldn't normally be to try and shake out a new meaning. Just a bit of playing to see what i come up with.
These photographs (original and rephotograph) are not intrinsically modified.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
this weekend was Helen's and my first year anniversary of being married. We went to the spot where we said our vows and repeated them softly and with cold autumn tears on warm smiling faces. Love this powerful and this sweet one never expects, but savors during life. And i know i will be with my sweet potato pie until i no longer exist in this world.
A world made sweeter by my best friend.