Another thing you need to understand, and I’ll look for a picture of this in my collection but I don’t think I’ll find one -is just how different my parents were. They were alike in[…]
Hello Dave, This past Saturday I finally got the chance to go and see the photographs of Dorothea Lange at the Paul Getty museum. So, basically the day started on a photographic foot. But, the[…]
Crossing Brooklyn Bridge. I love the print. Out of the three I’ve bought I think thats my favourite. I’ve run out of superlatives to describe your images but this is the dog’s bollocks (is that[…]
I thought I’d let you know that my ‘Promenade’ (original title for Poets Walk) print arrived this morning. Its amazing! You’re right about the grey tones; there’s a gorgeous three dimensional quality as the trees fade[…]
ALL COMEDIES SHOULD END WITH A WEDDING. ALL TRAGEDIES SHOULD END WITH THE DEATH OF THE HERO [or heroine as we’d say today].
I’m afraid this can’t be either, beginning with a death and working it’s way backwards. But I’m fairly certain this has tragedy written all over it; especially since I haven’t even joined up some of the other doomed characters. How my life, and the life of my parents, affected, and continues to affect my photography.
Music was a big part of my mothers life – but it wasn’t —
Music was an important part of my mother’s life, but it wasn’t the most important. Her family was.
I don’t know, maybe this ghostly kid wasn’t really there. No, he was there alright. It was just one of the pleasures with infrared film that you never knew exactly what you were going to[…]
— From journal. 8/28/1996 — at work— woman comes up to me to have me sign photograph that she had had matted. What a great pleasure that was — how delighted — how I played with the signature, like Art Carney waving his arms around before signing it. Rob [co-worker] says to me as she’s walking away — “Is that extra?” and I say, “No. I pay her to ask me to sign it.”
First off I hope I spelled Determinism properly. Oh good, I did. Second, I want to write about something that has nothing to do with photography; at least not directly. And you know, I’m[…]