Can you hear the guys in the old-headline-writers' home 50 years from now?
“Yeah, we were all wracking our brains on how to run this story... folks were
coming up with lines like 'Sticky Rice,' 'Rice Spills,' and 'Rice on the Burner' and then Jonesy
here blurts out the big one! I tell ya, he ought to have gotten an award for
that one, it's so funny!... It still makes me laugh.”
There was a time in the French court, when puns were condidered outré. A headline
like this would have been the kind of faux pas that got you banished, or at
Have you seen the uncle
of our nation lately? It seems he's changed, he's confused, or he's under cover.
was a great day for shooting. Not only was the weather warm,
day. The sun and clouds did a lot
of interesting things.
I got a lot of shots of this guy. His concentration and relaxation were superb.
It didn't matter if I had a camera in his face, or a bunch of kids were imitating
his movements; he just kept working slowly and methodically through his T'
ai Chi routine.
This shot reminds me of one of the religious prints that my grandmother
used to have above the couch in her living room. After taking several variations
on this photo, I realized that the column of light led to a bright spot on
the river. My angle wasn't good to capture the shot, thanks to a warehouse
in the foreground; and before I could find a better frame, the hole had vanished.
I love blogging, I love writing, I love making photographs. Until I got the Epson
2200, my ability to print the images I've been capturing has been limited.
What I hadn't paid much attention to, was the limitation imposed by 350 x 233
@ 72 dpi. Now that I'm printing regularly at up to 13 x 19 inches, I'm finding
have amazing fine details that just won't render decently under the constraints
of my web format. This will have relevance as I move toward putting together
an online portfolio. It
won't be identical to my print portfolio. That realization may even impact
the future design of this blog...
The process of printmaking is fascinating. My work in the “digital darkroom”
has benefited from the experience of processing film and printing black and
white images in a wet darkroom. This weekend, I even printed my first digital
sepia print, without concern for fumes or the potential toxicity of some of
the toning agents used in wet darkrooms.
I had forgotten the excitement of printing, though, and the experience of
watching people look at my prints is very different from sharing the blog.
Prints have a tangibility that web browsing or even CD publishing doesn't have.
There's something special about having that print emerge from the alchemy of
levels, curves, saturation, contrast, compositing, and unsharp mask. The
image emerges slowly from the printer. The experience is a little different
than watching an image come up in the developer tray, but the feelings are
related. There's an anxiousness and a mystery that stays with you until you
can hold the print up in the right kind of light and see what you got. The
big difference is this time, my results are mostly in color.
So you can bet I'll be doing a lot of printing from now on, but I won't be
giving up on blogging.
Overheard in Transit
“I could see a bitch doin' somethin' like dat, but a niggah?!”
Self-respect self-destructs thought by thought, phrase by phrase. I'm sure
she has no idea what she's reinforcing by talking that way.
“She ain't like HOT-hot, but she's cool, yo.”
People often sound very funny (and contradictory) when they talk about relationships