Eyes open
For years I have wondered what photography was. Is it an “art form”, is it a “craft” is it a “science” ? With the invention of consumer photography in the
Tag: traditional photography
Quebec revisited
A handful of years ago I went to Quebec. I wandered and ate and socialized. I brought a camera and photographed what caught my eye, and I have printed some
Documentary photography
If you look at this blog you would probably never realize that for a longtime I have been doing documentary photography. The thing that got me interested in photography at
the river
I looked out the window and the world passed fast like it always does. the brown fades to blue and eventually black under the shadow of night. the sun peeks
Making the invisible visible
Since I can remember I have been interested in what’s not really there. Clouds moving in the sky, smears of blood, pollen, bug parts on a slide, colonies that grow
Cyanotypes
The past 14 years I have had a love affair with making cyanotypes. It all started when I was in the chatroom of a website I used to go to
Risks
Do we take enough of them ? Too many? Not enough? I take risks in most of my photography, I get bored easily, I get tired of looking at the
yesterday
yesterday I was drying a big sheet of paper with emulsion on it. I had coated some tracing paper to see if I could figure out the best way to
Demolished buildings
I went back to the site down the street and set up in around the same place and rephotographed the demolition site. Trucks had been hauling off the former buildings
the coast
The other day I made long exposures for retina prints. I parked my car at the local seacoast park and propped my camera up on dashboard. I had to stick
little books of cyanotypes
a little over a year ago I made a little book of cyanotypes. it has images on every page and the book is tiny. It’s a book whose images change
The overpasses
We pass this stretch of road every day. The road brings people on and off and down, and up and over. Concrete and metal and sometimes there is dead grass
It is not what I remembered
You could see the sand bar encircling the island. It was a white curved line and if you weren’t paying attention you’d run aground.
the trees
I was there today, but I didn’t leave where I was. Photography has a way of doing that, transporting us to a different time and place like listing to a
The blue horizon
It was early in the day, I was walking the path. The sun was in the sky, the water and wind were welcoming me. The path was soggy, it must
