Well its been a long while since I've blogged. Actually forgot about this until someone recently mentioned it. So here's what's up: I'll be attending the Fotofest Meeting Place in March. No portfolio yet. How's that for insane? I am working on it (when I have time). Many negs, even more ideas. But not one single finished piece. It will get done-- it always does. The question is how high my stress level will go to get there. I am personally confident about what I'm working on and constantly
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.
I just bought a trio of new-to-me AWB 5x12 film holders from another APUG user. They arrived yesterday in UPS, in perfect condition. They're a great match to the three I already have, and if they didn't have a production date stamped in them, I wouldn't know they were used. My original three are walnut, these three appear to be cherry. It's too bad Alan Brubaker has effectively quit the film holder business. I've been trying for almost 2 years to order more from Alan but every time I checked, the
We photographers use all manner of format sizes, and the scale at which we print our photographs is also highly variable. These days, the mural sizes seem to be ever more common, with some photographers apparently compelled to display their work on the largest scale possible. At the same time, some of us print at relatively small sizes and even avoid enlargement altogether, by contact printing.
So what underlies the photographer's decision of how small or large to print a photograph?
Updated 09-17-2009 at 10:10 AM by keithwms
Well, school starts for the kids next Tuesday. And that means one thing.
In about two weeks I'm gonna be sick as a dog.
Happens every year. Over a thousand children assemble after a summer-long seperation and get ready for share time. Hitting each other playfully, saying things forcefully (spitting), rubbing noses before opening doors, you name it. And my two wonderful and lovely children, the young one for whom I have selflessly sacrificed myself so that they could