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“Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.”
Lately, I have been pushing myself to get better at black and white photography. A good black and white photo seems a poem compared to the novella you find in most of my color photographs. Simple is better. Clear, clean, brilliant, illuminated and ecclesiastical helps.
Here are my most recent attempts.
“…the reason you show someone a photograph is because a photograph is part of a human being — you — and as people we’re more interested in human beings than we are in mountains. By showing a picture, you’re showing an x-ray of your heart. The very silent, marvelous American painter, Edward Hopper, put it very simply. He said, ‘The work’s the man. You can’t get something out of nothing.” ~Ralph Steiner
April 6th at 5pm, opening reception at Cherry Branch Gallery, Cherry Valley, NY.
“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”
Leaving LA after 25 years felt like the right thing to do. LA was a pit stop, a very complicated, very expensive pit stop on my journey through life.
On the road from LA to NY, I followed my son in his truck and took iPhone photos through my truck’s windshield. Mostly of his tail lights.
I’m an old hand at leaving. But this cross-country move was different, I was uprooting someone else’s life.
Connor was off to college in the fall and somehow I’d justified it in my mind that moving the day after he graduated from HS in LA would be the best timing for both of us.
I didn’t cry during our going away party, I didn’t cry as we packed, when we drove away, as the hours and the miles across the deserts and mountains ticked by.
Across the plains, the skies were a cathedral of thunderheads, rainbows that went straight up and down, lightning that streaked sideways.
I took photos through my truck window of those things, too.
We landed in central New York to renovate an 1820’s farmhouse that I’d bought, sight unseen, from a post of Facebook.
As my new life began to take shape in the summer before Connor left for university, I took photographs of everything.
By the time the old house was renovated, Connor was at school and I had taken well over 20,000 photographs.
And I had carpal tunnel from uploading and editing all those photos but I couldn’t stop- the beauty of the land surrounding me was astounding.
I cried at night because my arm hurt so bad but the tears were different from the tears that I cried as I followed his red tail lights into those storms, heading east.
Those were tears of joy, realizing what a fine young man he had turned into, a brave soul, ready for adventure, a young man who faced the open road with open mind and heart.
My show at the Cherry Branch Gallery is a celebration of central New York and the life one can find in the middle of letting go.
“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and trouble is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?” ~John Keats
Via Kevin Sessums: “John Keats penned this in 1819, to George and Georgina Keats in a letter that has become known as The Vale of Soul-Making.”
My garden is a bit haphazard, true to my ADD nature. First, I started out with great plans but ended up throwing seeds where they might land, forgetting where they were planted, watering everything I could in hopes that they would remember what I had set them out to do.
I over planted tomatoes and zucchini. I didn’t plant anything else. Besides wildflower mix. Better to walk before you run, I say.
In the summer of 2012, I stalked Dunga Brook’s gardens with my iPhone and its wondrous *Olloclip attachment.
I lost track of time as I took photograph after photograph of the tiny little things that made my childhood so dreamlike.
Through this haphazard gardening and photography, I reconnected to the flora and the fauna closest to my feet and dearest to my heart.
I can’t wait for summer to come again, can you?
If you’d like to buy a copy of this photograph, please do and thank you!