Everyday is like a fresh roll of film. At end of day I unload. I develop and process what was. Make changes to settings or leave alone. Each morning I load a fresh roll, ready to begin again.
Tag Archives: words
Update
I have been taking a break on social media the last few days, as per the blackout. In the midst of my own personal turmoil in losing my employment and trying to obtain health insurance for my family, the turmoil in created by our new administration is in a word, daunting. While I have aContinue reading “Update”
Growing Older
“Growing older means finding joy in what’s real, not what’s phony or manipulative. It takes age to truly recognize the difference.”
LIGHT MY WAY – By “Bruno” Yates
From Peloton Magazine. A great article that could be applied to most anything. These words really resonated with me. Letting go is what we do when the acrobatics that we’ve been performing to protect our carefully constructed self identities are no longer working. Like many people, I have experienced my own kind of emotional reckoningContinue reading “LIGHT MY WAY – By “Bruno” Yates”
Sometimes…
Sometimes I look around knowingly that the world is larger than my street. Obligations of job, family, and now COVID, prevent me from the travel I yearn to do and the projects I would love to immerse myself into. But, I am here. My world is what surrounds me everyday. My wife, my son, myContinue reading “Sometimes…”
“…there is no more dreaming…”
“Now, there is no more dreaming, really.” – Robert Frank
All photographs are judgements.
Photography is not a medium known to expose the invisible. I hate statements that say, “My photographs are about making the invisible visible.” Hogwash. All photographs are judgements. All photographs depict the prejudices of the photographer. Photographers make choices – camera, lens, film, composition, color, B&W,, etc.. One does not breathe in a vacuum.
Dreams…
January 9, 2013 · Sitting on the floor watching the 11PM news, Ethan sleeping next to me on the couch. As he was falling asleep, he talked about his dreams, his school. All the while he kept asking, “Ya Ya, can you kiss me again on my forehead? Can you kiss me again……….”
Sometimes you just have to walk on the opposite side of the street…
What I enjoy, is that over the years of shooting, certain things, certain subjects kept popping up. Oh, looky there! There’s an interesting theme. Sometimes over analyzing can be a bad thing. But sooner or later you have to try to understand why you do what you do. I like to keep the spontaneity, butContinue reading “Sometimes you just have to walk on the opposite side of the street…”
Leaving Home, Coming Home
“The pictures have to talk, not me.” – Robert Frank, “Leaving Home, Coming Home: A Portrait of Robert Frank”