Friday, March 9, 2018
Thursday, February 22, 2018
But, a fishnado didn't work. My technique wouldn't spin the water with the added weight of the fish...and of course they swim upstream...
So I switched to jars and glasses.
Was standing in line a Whittaker's buying a bag of three dozen minnows. I'd kept my foot firmly planted on the accelerator chasing images and was deep in thought about how I was handling the subject, lighting, thinking about what else was possible, et. A guy in line started talking to me about the White Bass beginning to spawn, how many I would probably catch, if the rain might affect their biting, how good they would taste fried. I couldn't have tracked less if he had been speaking Chinese. Fishing....fishing. I know I know what that is... All of a sudden I realized, MOST folks buy minnows to FISH! NOT for photography with a god-awful retrograde 8X10 and ridiculously big sheets of film! My paradigm shifted without using the clutch.
Such a strange life.
The minnows go in a deep pool in the branch of the Blackfork that I live on. I dump them in and they totally disappear. So far, I've dumped two bags- 72 minnows in the creek. I never see a one after they hit the water. Everything is a mystery. Just have to navigate anyway.
Back in studio. Had a new thought about a tornado image. We'll see if it works.
We stayed in Houston with friends for the Houston Center for Photography's annual print auction. Very nice affair. The next morning we were off to Rothko Chapel to let Cindy experience that and the Menial, then lunch with Jeffery Koslov. Lotta art. I left Houston with a ziplock of dove feathers that Kathy Kowitz had collected from their bird feeder. I went straight to work with a couple of ideas from my notebook.
Then I thought I nailed it...but didn't. Once more shot at it. That's pretty common with my work flow.
Deer leg bone from the Butler Creek system and White-Winged Dove feathers from Houston. In my little studio.
The Good Doctor Sneed met Cindy and I at our alma mater to look at Paul Caponigro's Portfolio II and the Minor White Jupiter Portfolio. Anyone can do this, but most of the time the portfolios just sit. The library card in the Caponigro portfolio still had my signature from 1975.
The Jupiter Portfolio has a fable written by Minor. It's very much in the feeling of the early 70s.
He's an entertaining guy. I think the fable is online somewhere.
Dr. Sneed with infrared Ivy.
Wonderful to see both portfolios. Very similar in printing. It looked like they were printed on the same paper. Nearly a matte surface. Prints were on the edge of softness.
The librarian in Special Collections pulls them and gives you some white gloves. You can take as long as you want.
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Still life is the polar opposite of landscape, for all the obvious reasons. Really two sides of a coin. I'd been hankering to get in and print some landscape negs that were piling up. Most of there shot right off the plea over the fixer tray. All 16X20 paper.
Utah volcanic neck shadow, morning.
Waterfall at Shiprock.
River House on the San Juan along Comb Ridge.
South Dike, Shiprock.
South Dike, Shiprock.
New Mexico. Cholla and shadow.
New ideas aren't always good ideas, but you have to start somewhere.
Moon Pans was a new idea I had while out shooting big shadows in the Four Corners area. My attempts out there didn't work, so I tried putting Moons in a still life back home.
Stacked Fallen Dogwoods
Reduced the base size the next night.
Moon Martini. Already have an upgraded idea with another layer. Just need the next moon cycle.