Light and Darkness

A total solar eclipse occurred this week, visible to a large swath of the North American population. Unfortunately, New Mexico was not in the path of full totality, and the cloud cover obscured the partial eclipse in our sky. Still, there was noticeable shift in the midday light, and experiencing even a small bit of a shift away from the everyday was enough to give pause and provoke some deeper thoughts.

It was fascinating to watch coverage of the eclipse on my computer monitor. NASA did a wonderful job of tracking the progress via a live stream, complete with moody, new age music. The result was not schmaltzy but quite the contrary. The power and glory of the cosmos making its presence known to a great mass of people is a rare thing. Watching crowds gather and celebrate a celestial event was heartening. We all share this world, and it was nice to be reminded that we are all within something greater than ourselves.

Who are you?

 One of the great joys of having my own website is being able to control every aspect of how I share my work. This extends to my blog posts, of course, where I am free to say, pretty much whatever I want, not expecting any kind of pushback or really any response at all. At the same time I do keep track of the visitor traffic and engagement of this website. It’s fascinating to me to see the analytics come in and notice that I have visitors scattered all over the world. The analytics also show me what contact drew the visitor to the website in the first place, and that is always interesting to see whether it was a snarky quasi-gear review post or specific body of work or a deep dive blog post about a specific photographer.

Still, the analytics only goes so far and I really don’t know who it is visiting the website (unless of course you leave a comment for me which I always appreciate receiving and try my best to respond to each one that comes in). So this is a simple exercise in trying to connect with each of you may be a little bit more.

If you’re reading this and are so inclined: drop me a comment and say hello and tell me who you are and where you’re from; maybe even how you discovered this post or this website in the first place. The world is big and anonymous, and at the same time, small and personal; so I am putting this out in the world to see who is out there and who has stumbled upon my website. “Who are you?”: a fair enough question, no?

Where Are You Going?

More time in my old hometown. I’m not going to pretend that it’s an enjoyable place for me to visit. With the cold, damp blast of winter, it’s even less hospitable. My camera provided little solace, though a wander through the woods down the block from my father’s house gave me a small bit of nature; a reprieve. Back when I was a kid, you could cross paths with a skunk or a possum in these woods. But in the decades since I left, deer have become ubiquitous in the area. They show little fear of humans, which is maybe a blessing and a curse for both sides of the equation. I did come face to face with this youngster while wandering through the late February thaw / muck. We sized each other up before parting ways. Two lone creatures trying to get through life while surrounded by suburban sprawl, we shared something in common on a gray afternoon in New Jersey.

Treasure From Trash

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From time to time, I spend a few hours in a community darkroom here in Albuquerque. Though it open to “select” members of the community, the nicest thing about it is that when I book time there, I have the entire darkroom to myself. No fighting over when to turn on the lights, and I can use multiple enlargers at the same time. I like to experiment with expired papers, odd exposure techniques, and often times, found negatives.

One a recent visit, I found some “failed” film on the ground, stuffed in the corner of the darkroom, covered in dust and dirt. A few rolls that someone had obviously loaded incorrectly into the developing tank, it had chemical marks, streaks, and plenty of evidence that the film stuck to itself during the processing. The creator obviously discarded the film, seeing no value in it. On the other hand, I find these kinds of mishaps intriguing. I sometime distress my film intentionally to get the kinds of random results that this artist clearly distanced themselves from. I rolled up the forgotten film and brought it back to my studio. I eventually got around to scanning it an manipulating it in Lightroom. I like the unrestricted chance to play with this film, allowing for panoramic abstractions that are more about the medium itself than the need for any recognizable image. I love the results. I suppose I should give credit to my anonymous collaborator. One person’s trash is another’s treasure, indeed.

Waxing Poetic

A new year has given me the impetus to refocus my studio efforts. I learned a trick from a YouTube video about British artist Ryan Gander. He covers a wall of his studio with index cards, each having an idea for a project or an art piece. He uses this wall anytime he needs a new idea to work on, or to prevent creative blocks. Inspired, I bought a pack of index cards and let my ideas flow. The “murder board” in my studio has a handful of these cards pinned to it, and I actually started a couple of projects over the past few weeks.

I started to revisit my work with encaustics, and have been combining it with images from my “Burn Index” project. The bleached, burned prints take on an interesting character when a coating of melted wax is applied. I like the metaphoric idea of fire and heat being further inflicted on the photos, which are mostly images from the desert of Arizona. Knowing most new year resolutions ultimately fail, I think the card approach is a more dependable way to keep busy and inspired in the studio.

New Zine Release: Réfracté

Excited to share the news about the release of my new zine. It is the result of a whirlwind week in Paris. I took to the streets, with a camera in one hand, and a “secret weapon” in the other. Voilà! Here is a teaser video to get you excited. You can order the new zine now via my BigCartel shop, click on the button below.

PLEASE NOTE: These will not ship in time for Christmas arrival, but consider it instead for
a New Year / 2024 gift for yourself or someone you know who loves Paris.

Remembering Larry Fink

I was sad to hear over the past few days that photographer Larry Fink had passed away. Larry was of a generation of photographers, coming-of-age in the 1960s, when social consciousness was at the forefront of their work. Larry always struck a strong balance between documentary approach and fine art aesthetics. He was unique because, though he was social aware, his work was not simply dismissed as “cause” related. Maybe it was the Rembrandt-like lighting he often achieved with his flash. Larry is probably best known for his look at social stratification, the “haves” and the “have nots.” This work is the basis of much of Larry’s career, and is the featured subject of his outstanding book Social Graces from 1985.

It was around the time that this book was released that I first became aware of Larry Fink’s work. I was a college student at the time studying photography in New Jersey and I actually had a connection to Larry through a friend who worked as a darkroom assistant for him in nearby Pennsylvania. As part of my studies and involvement in the photography department, I thought it would be a good idea to reach out to Larry and see if he might come and meet with the fellow photo students at my school and also make a presentation. I got his phone number from the friend left him a message, and then lo and behold he called back, leaving me a message on an answering machine (old technology, I know…) The message made my film student roommate freak out that somebody of the caliber of Larry Fink would be leaving me a message. That’s the kind of world that we lived in that a figure such as Larry would make that kind of impression on us. Larry did agree to come spend a day with me and my fellow photo students, and he was charming and gracious ; very giving with his time, and I remember the work that he shared as part of his presentation left all of us inspired and impressed.

Needless to say, Larry’s whole career produced a string of stellar bodies of work. You can easily Google “Larry Fink, photographer” and see examples of his work. It’s sad when the greats of the medium pass on, but we are fortunate that they leave us inspiring bodies of work that will last far longer than any of us will. Thank you Larry, rest in peace.

Paris: City of Photography

I recently returned from a trip to Paris, France, where I attended Paris Photo, the largest annual photography gathering in Europe. This was my first visit, and thanks to my podcast, I was able to secure a press pass. The show itself was overwhelming, with numerous galleries showcasing a wide array of work, including classic photos, new photography, and digital photography. There were also booksellers and book signings, and to top it all off, an installation by Daido Moriyama.

The Paris Photo show spanned four days, and I found it so overwhelming that I attended three times. However, the city had many other photography-related events taking place simultaneously. One such event was Polycopies, an independent publishing photo book event held on a boat stationed on the Seine River. Polycopies served as a “punk rock” response to the larger, corporate attitude of Paris Photo, and I personally found it more to my liking. Another noteworthy show was OffPrint, focusing on books, not limited to photography but encompassing various printed matter. It drew a diverse crowd and added to the cultural richness of my experience.

The Pompidou Center hosted a photography exhibit well worth attending, titled “Corps à corps - Histoire(s) de la photographie” featuring an impressive array of work spanning the history of photography. I also had the pleasure of attending a photo exhibit by Julia Margaret Cameron, showcasing beautiful Victorian glass plate prints at the Jeu de Paume museum. However, one of the highlights of my time in Paris was attending a Michael Ackerman photo exhibit at the Camera Obscura Gallery in Montparnasse. I even had the opportunity to meet Michael and engage in extensive discussions about his work.

In addition to savoring delicious meals and indulging in a bit too much smoking, I immersed myself in the photography that surrounded me. The experience left me inspired, and I found myself compelled to capture many moments through my lens. More on that front will undoubtedly come in the future. I've already marked my calendar for next year's Paris Photo dates, eagerly anticipating another visit to this vibrant city that truly shone as the center of the photographic world during a wonderful week in November. I consider myself fortunate to have been a part of it.

Smoke and Mirrors

Another family obligation visit to New Jersey this week. Thankfully, I was able to carve out time for a visit into New York City. They say that it’s easier to photograph in NYC… there is certainly no shortage of subject matter, and the cacophony and chaos of the urban environment is a never ending sensory overload. That being said, I also find it challenging to make photographs that aren’t trite or cliche. It is a fine line between the best and the worst of “street” photography. I wanted my photos to have some unique character to them, so I brought along a pocket-sized mirror to play with while I shot. Pushing my lens up against the mirror allowed me to combine reflected scenery within the same frame as scenes directly in front of me. The juxtaposition of front and back merging into one exposure, for me, captures the complexity and energy of midtown Manhattan in a unique way. I’ve been toying with this approach for a little while now, but I now believe it is tailor made for the city streets. This might be the start of something new for my work. We’ll see if the novelty wears off, or if creative horizons broaden… reflected or otherwise.

I-40 West; Grants, New Mexico

Doldrums tend to strike if I sit idle for too long. Such was the case this weekend. A full tank of gas and a new camera to play with was enough motivation to get me out of town, for a quick day / road trip. Jump on the Interstate and head west, and all sorts of things await discovery. Even old haunts that I’ve tread through numerous times can yield new images. Especially when the weather takes a sudden, dramatic, turn for the worse. Desert rain is usually a cause for celebration, even on a day when photos are on the docket. The roads might get treacherous, but the views through the camera were worth the moments of white knuckle driving.