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Saturday, 14 November 2009
Well, today began innocuously enough. I had set the alarm for 6:40 am for a date with Steve Graff (aka Sirius Glass) in Bel Air, MD, at Barnes and Noble to meet for a shoot at 9:30. Hit the alarm. Rolled over. Woke up at 7:20. Crap! Rolled into my clothes, gear already in the Jeep (only forgot one thing which I will rectify shortly) and hit the road. Called ahead when I was 15 minutes away at 9:25. Now, I'm wearing a wool brown fedora and when I
OK. I have been inspired. I mean it. We're talking wholesale revelation here. I mean, look at Jason Brunner. No offense, Jason. But Jason is my hero. His work speaks volumes to his skill and proficiency. His generosity with the knowledge he possesses is a legacy that has only served to make photography better than when he first picked up the camera. Now, how many people figure 'Friggin Focal Length' in pasta? How many promote a DVD by bleep swearing at their own miscues, albeit staged.
I thought it would be neat to find my intro thread from 2006. Found it on page 39. Its really cool revisiting your old goals and beginnings to see where you are compared to where you wanted to be. I actually think I hit it pretty close.
Flash19901 (my handle back then)
Well, I have been a photographer from birth (born with a chrome SRT in my mouth). I only really seriously picked up a camera about thirteen years ago. I have been hooked ever since. I have numerous
Number 8, if you recall, was to always extinguish your subject. You are instructed to read previous blog for a real hoot.
Here is my rule number nine.
Finally got back into the darkroom (read: microscopic downstairs half bath, even more so for one with my generous girth) for the first time in a couple of months for a printing session. Decided to do things a little differently. I have been looking at the work I have done the last two years by guessing at negatives
As I sit and stare and ponder
On this life through which I wander,
Oft I find myself adrift on
Many a varying theme.
On one day it may be warm hugs.
On the next, maybe a thought tugs
From the edge of my own thoughts, out
From the depths of dreams.
And the days are few.
I may be well, I may be broken.
I might be shut or widely open.
'Tis possible I'm in the room,
Or perhaps far away.