Your oversized shirt days are almost through, Christine — you better enjoy it while you can
State Highway 19, Alex, OK 73002
I was hot-footing it through Oklahoma in the snow and rain when this stopped me in my tracks.
The prize at the end of the day was meeting Cindy, Amy, Daryl and Deron. A sweet conclusion
to a trying day.
In Ike’s Wake. US 87, Port Bolivar, TX 77650
I Met a Unicorn
Our Barry looks to be having a solo show at Klaus von Nichtssagend Gallery.
To say that unicorns have an existence in heraldry, or in literature, or in imagination, is a most pitiful and paltry evasion. What exists in heraldry is not an animal, made of flesh and blood, moving and breathing of its own initiative. What exists is a picture, or a description in words.
—Bertrand Russell
March 26 – April 25, 2010
Opening Reception: Friday, March 26, 7-9 PM
Address:
438 Union Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11211
Phone:
718-383-7309
quote out of context
It became a game to find the worm in my foot each morning.
And you know what the sad part of the story is — the real tear jerker — that’s probably where he is right now — he’s probably out there trying to win it back
Ice. W San Antonio St, Marfa, TX 79843
John Bulmer’s photographs of Northern England in the seventies
do for Manchester what Helen Leavitt did for New York.
I want to hear Smooth Criminal
AAA Restaurant, US 287, Palestine, TX 75803
It was empty and insecure. The temptation was too much.
The ending has a twist — that’s all I’ll say
Beer On Demand. US 281, Alice, TX 78332
So, I was in Alice, TX. I stayed at a Best Western and ate at a rather nice Mexican restaurtant with a Mexican waitress who would melt your heart. I feel odd saying she was Mexican, but, she was. She asked where I was from and told me she wanted to travel and would love to nurse. I told her that we were screaming out for nurses in England and that if she did some basic training she would get a job real easy in the UK. She was just delightful and so when she was next at the table I asked her if she might like my email address and then if she wanted any information or help she could email me and I’d try and help. She said to me – “I’m not sure how I would do that.” I could have wept. I gave her my email anyway and she said she’d find out how to email.
I fear I may never hear from her, but, she sure made my day.
Charming Lands at Fotofest
A group of 11 photographers I am involved with called Charming Lands is participating in Fotofest in Houston.
We created a group exhibition at Box 13 entitled Panta Rei.
Opening Reception: Saturday, March 13, 7-9:30pm. I hope you can stop by.
Weekly Picture 178
Woman on Her Cell Phone, Austin, TX 3.8.2010
How do they relate — they don’t — they’re just two things we like so we’re smushing them together
Ford Galaxie 500, US 37, Butterfield, MO 65625
This Is A Metaphor For Something
(via)
Message from Midway Atoll
Taken on Midway Atoll, a tiny stretch of sand and coral near the middle of the North Pacific, more than 2000 miles from the nearest continent. The nesting babies are fed bellies-full of plastic by their parents, who soar out over the vast polluted ocean collecting what looks to them like food to bring back to their young. On this diet of human trash, every year tens of thousands of albatross chicks die on Midway from starvation, toxicity, and choking. To see more of the series click the photo or follow this link.
Forced Entry
February 19, 2010. Dutton Drive. Dallas, Texas.
Would-be thieves had broken into my late mother’s house eight or so months ago, but the kind and vigilant next-door neighbor took it on himself to padlock the door.
Baby
February 24, 2010. Dutton Drive. Dallas, Texas.
Sometimes you find things exactly when and where you expect to find them. When I entered my late mother’s house, I expected to find this old baby doll of hers in a drawer in a closet in what used to be my bedroom. And there it lay.
Thunderbird Motel, US 67, Marfa, Texas
This place seemed to access a part of me that I thought was off limits.
We say, pardon us but we have nowhere else to sleep
Tilt-Shift NYC
Tilt-shift seems incapable of getting old.
Photography and Parenthood
That we would prefer the shadows over the things themselves is, of course, nothing new:
For a parent, this time-consuming vocation has twin payoffs: it wins you a break from your actual children while bringing you closer to their images. Pictures of kids, like idealized Victorian boys and girls, can be seen but not heard.
The child’s life, reciprocally, becomes that of a model — and more. Every aspect of the family business becomes familiar to a child. Early on, she learns that she can examine a photo on a viewfinder as soon as it’s snapped; that she should monkey around rather than pose, as “film” is distinctly not at a premium; that a substantial share of her parents’ mysterious clicking at their computers consists of organizing and reorganizing images of her. My own son’s first word for laptop, when he saw a woman plugging away at one at Starbucks, was the word he used for himself: “baby.” What else could the woman be doing so intently at a screen but what he saw me do — paging through picture after picture of him?
Some of the secrets you’re writing about aren’t so secret anymore
