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Thursday, April 01, 2004
12:38 PM      


with turkey?

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 least ridiculed.

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Have you seen the uncle of our nation lately? It seems he's changed, he's confused, or he's under cover.

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Monday, March 29, 2004
2:09 PM      

Saturday
was a great day for shooting. Not only was the weather warm, the light changed many times throughout the 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.

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Resolution Resolutions
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 prints that 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.

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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 in public.



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