Wednesday, February 1, 2012

January, 2012


I've played around with the idea of watermarking my photographs, primarily to protect them from being downloaded and re-purposed. I thought, in fact, of beginning the practice with these, the first photos of the new year. In the end, I have decided not to watermark them. It's not that I assume the best intentions in people or anything like that. It's just that I feel a watermark would take away from enjoying the images. I want people to see my photographs as close to the way I envision them as possible. So, no watermark--this photo-blog operates on the honor system...



Looking North–1.8.12

Walnut Trees, Evans Valley Road–1.11.12

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Below is a series of photographs taken on Friday the thirteenth of the frozen ditch along the Evans Valley Loop. I always like finding this seasonal phenomenon. The thin ice catches motion and creates its own world, inhabited by still creatures...






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Canby, Oregon–1.28.12

Mollala, Oregon, 1.28.12

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Canby, Oregon–1.30.12

Canby, Oregon–1.30.12

Three Graces, Canby, Oregon–1.30.12

Canby, Oregon–1.30.12

Shortly after taking this photograph, the man who lived next door came by and kind of startled me. He stood behind me and asked if he could help me. I told him I was "just taking some pictures." Pictures sound so much less threatening than photographs. I asked him how long the house had been empty. "It's not," he replied.


Canby, Oregon–1.30.12


Catching up... again.


With 24 hour news cycles and instant messaging and all that, I really need to reduce the lag time from the field to the Net, again...

The Willamette River, from Keizer Rapids Park, 12.11.2011

The Willamette River, from Keizer Rapids Park, 12.11.2011

The Willamette River, from Keizer Rapids Park, 12.11.2011

The three photos below were taken in Paso Robles, on a wine-tasting weekend. None of them have been Photoshopped (as yet). The first photo (the tree) looks, to me, as if it had been shot with Kodak's Plus X. Dave's Dogs truck and the tree close-up were taken in Paso's town park.

Paso Robles, California–12.18.11

Paso Robles, California–12.18.11

Dave's Dogs Panel Truck, Paso Robles, California–12.18.11

Next up, January, 2012...


Saturday, December 10, 2011

TRACTOR GRAVEYARD

I got my first camera in 1966. It was a Minolta Hi-Matic 9 rangefinder. My father bought it for me, in Europe. He went for business. He asked me if I wanted him to bring anything back, besides records by the Beatles and the Stones. I asked him to bring me a camera. Now, Leica makes some pretty fine cameras and they happened to have made them in Europe. Rollei made cameras. Hell, Hasselblads were supposed to be good. My father bought himself a Minox-- like a spy camera. He would sneak shoot some snaps of women's shoes in store windows in Rome and Paris. Now, before you draw the wrong conclusion, my father was in the shoe business. His idea of designing was to take pictures of the latest styles and have the factory he worked for copy them.

The first pictures I took with my Minolta Hi-Matic 9 were in a graveyard. I thought it would be creative and cool.

I just got my Canon G9 back from having it repaired. I'll spare the details, but the point is, although it is not a NEW camera. It seems, for the purposes of this introduction to a series of photographs I took the day before yesterday. They were taken at what I think of as a tractor graveyard. Almost a hundred mostly Ford tractors in various stages of rust and deterioration. The lot is usually locked up. I noticed it was open and activity going on the other day. I was on my way to the opthamologist for an eye exam. I had some time to kill afterward. Bearing in mind I had just had my eyes dilated for the exam. I could hardly see, let alone drive. Bearing that in mind, I headed back toward the graveyard.

I think the potion's effects on my vision started to diminish as I got to the graveyard. Or at least I would like to think that...









Sunday, December 4, 2011

Last Class

Last Wednesday was my last after-school photography class at Walker Middle School, in West Salem. It was an odd class this time around-- all boys, which never seems to happen. There ended up being just four of them. The sun appeared and we decided to spend the first of the last class outside. The photographs below are of the walkways at the front and west side of the school. My Canon G9 was out being repaired so I ended up using the old Casio--a good little camera.


Sunday, November 13, 2011

Minto-Brown Park, 10.29.2011

None of the following have yet to be processed through Photoshop. They are as the camera captured them...








A matter of aesthetics.

Minto-Brown Park, in Salem is nearly 900 naturally open and wooded acres. There are paths that hug the banks of the Willamette River and from certain perspectives, it looks, for all the world, as if the location has never been touched by the 150+ years since Isaac "Whiskey" Brown settled on what became known as Brown Island. The park is a wonderful treasure, one I have only just recently become familiar with. It is where I decided to inaugurate my new Tamron 17mm-270mm super-zoom. As is often the case, I tend to shoot in the jpg + RAW mode, in the monochrome setting. That way, I get black and white jpg's and the RAW files in color. On occasion, the RAW files so overwhelm me that I decide to process them in as faithful color rendition as I can. The two images of the Willamette are examples where the color was so compelling to me that I shot them that way, and not in monochrome.

The Willamette River, from Minto-Brown Park, looking West–10.22.2011

The Willamette River, from Minto-Brown Park, looking East–10.22.2011

While I marvel at the color and the natural splendor of these images, I almost cringe at them. Through some minimal Photoshop work, I emphasized the beauty and tranquility, the autumn colors and so on, resulting in nothing less than what probably appears as picture postcard pretty.

There is a photographer I know in Salem who shoots large-format, black & white exclusively. I had arranged for him to exhibit his work at the June Drake Center that I was running in Silverton. We got into a bit of an issue of the exhibit, space allotment and so on. The space was named for June Drake, who was a commercial photographer in Silverton and had used his photography as a way to petition for the establishment of Silver Falls State Park-- the largest in Oregon. I had considered part of the permanent display on Drake were three of his photos of the falls that he had taken, printed and hand-colored. This photographer had taken issue to these images, relegating them to a little closet that contained little more than a water heater, so that he had more exhibit space for his work. He had referred to them pejoratively as "idealized and romanticized 'pretty pictures'." My response then had been one of outrage as in "How dare you?" Thinking that when his photography can champion the creation of a state park then he would have the right to criticize and demean such 100 year-old images.

Which is a kind of a roundabout way to raise the issue of aesthetics. Is a work of art that is "pretty"-- that pleases the eye of lesser validity than one that pokes the eye? The above images are unambiguous in their "prettiness." They are completely different in monotone:

The Willamette River, from Minto-Brown Park, looking East–10.22.2011

On one hand, I don't feel I need to defend my decision to render the river-scape in color, and in the other, well...

Color photography has never been accepted in context of traditional fine art photography. Eliot Porter's name comes to mind, but is overwhelmed by the countless art photographers who have shot exclusively in black & white. I tend to shoot in monochrome both because it admittedly represents a perception of more serious work and also, on a very practical level, it is less distracting than color.

The black & white rendition of the the Willamette River, from Minto-Brown Park, looking East is, to me wholly and totally different from the color version. Not better or worse... different. They are both valid and truly make different statements.

I took some other photographs that day--ones I had envisioned in black & white, and remained that way...









Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Occupy Salem

Thus far, I have attended two of the rallies/demonstrations with the Occupy movement, in Salem, Oregon. I brought a camera to both. I feel I captured one image that encapsulates the spirit, and recalls a photograph I took over 43 years ago, (see: "Central Park Demonstration, New York City– 4.1968" posted on 1/1/2010). The more things change...

Peace Plaza, Salem, Oregon–10.15.2011