The last, waning days of autumn are very soon going to surrender to winter. The chill in the air has now evolved into true, bracing coldness. The time for quiet reflection is now upon me. Thus, I will take some time away from these pages and turn inwards. Silence can speak volumes.
2022:46 World Cup
Watching World Cup matches precludes my ability to write a full entry this week. Instead, above is a photo I took in Porto, Portugal in 2015.
2022: 45 Alternatives
Alternative photographic processes. Even the name feels a bit of a misnomer. Alternative to what? The centuries old processes may be an alternative to the current world of digital image making, but as an alternative to photographic image making, I take issue with the name. If processes date back to the mid-18th century, why are they not called “primary” processes? This is a futile argument, of course. Only a handful of people would even get riled up over this pithy choice of words. But it speaks to a deeper issue for me. I feel that almost every process I utilize is “alternative.” Perhaps by rejecting the status quo I am acting (creating) in an alternative manner. Whether its toiling with hand coated emulsions, combining my images with more sculptural elements, laying out handmade books, digital manipulation on my iPhone or pouring bleach over a stack of old negatives… every act can be an alternative to something else. It’s what keeps me interested, keeps me curious, keeps me creating.
2022: 44 To The Trees
A long weekend gives me ample time to think about a new project. The draw of nature continues to inspire my photography. A 90 mile drive north and west of Albuquerque landed me in the mountains north of Grants, NM. The forests rise towards Mount Taylor. A perfect place to explore the abundance of trees that somehow continue to exist in a world of threats, both natural and man-made. My camera leads me to this place, my mind pushes me to wander further. Off the dirt road, among fallen trees, under a light dusting of snow… what will be revealed to me?
2022:43 The Blues
Cyanotype week in my studio. Damn right, I got the blues.
2022: 42 Falling Leaves
Autumn is the most beautiful season, in my opinion. Something about the temperature, the light, the scents… and above all, the leaves. Greens give way to red, gold, yellow, orange and brown. Each tree releasing their foliage in one final, triumphant burst of life affirming color. The texture of trees and of leaves has been a current fascination for me. In some ways I think I’m making up for a general disinterest in nature as a young person.
This morning, our mulberry tree in the front yard performed its annual ritual, releasing all of its leaves at once. I laid in bed and stared out the window, watching the leaves flutter to the ground… sometimes one by one…sometimes in clumps. It was a peaceful, meditative way to start the day and embrace the season.
2022: 41 First Impressions
My wandering path away from straight photography has taken me on a surprising journey. Discovering alternative ways to make imagery has felt more personal, more unique, and certainly more tactile. Case in point: I returned to the Rio Grande bosque this week, an environment I’ve photographed numerous times over the past three or four years. This time, instead of taking my camera, I carried a pad of newsprint and some charcoal for sketching. I don’t possess any real drawing skills (hence my predilection for photography) but I ended up doing a series of relief rubbings, or as the French call them: frottage. Placing paper on rough surfaces of tree bark and cut logs and rubbing with charcoal, I was able to make new images in an environment that I thought had shown me everything it was going to reveal. The act of rubbing also engaged me in ways that went beyond just seeing. There are trails made by bark beetles scattered across many fallen trees in the bosque. Their destructive paths etched onto the stripped trunks of now dead trees. They produce wonderful patterns and textures, and they provided me with a new way to visualize my own path. Twisted, organic, wandering, yet expressive.
2022:40 Putting Things Together
What do images say when they are paired together? Maybe nothing special. Maybe something extraordinary.
2022: 39 Twenty Four Frames Per Second
The line between moving pictures and still photography is thin, and vast at the same time. So much in common, and so much much unique to each. I have played with moving imagery throughout my life, in parallel yet separate lanes from my still photography. This week, some of those lines bot blurred, some of the lanes got crossed.
I took a film workshop this past Sunday, run by the cinematic renegades at Basement Films. I got to play with old 16mm movie film, culled from an archive of educational and industrial films. A few arms-lengths of old film, hand manipulated, then spliced to create a loop. Think of it as a handmade animated GIF.
There is something magical about film: the feel of it, the look of it, the tiny replications of reality. Even more so when laid out in strips, 24 frames making a second of moving imagery. Each frame its own sliver of time. Each frame its own still photograph.
Central Ave and Morningside SE
2022:38 The Light
Many years ago, before I moved to New Mexico, I read somewhere about “the light.” The unique New Mexico light. The convergence of altitude, lack of pollution and maybe, something else, something magical. The light here is something I can take for granted. I sometimes resent the sunshine that arrives almost on a daily basis…300+ days a year here. Oh, please just a few more cloudy, overcast, grey, rainy days. But then, I roll up to my office, and see a simple street corner, bathed in perfect October light. No clouds. No filters. This is what “the light” can do; what it can show. And I am reminded, and I am grateful.