Never sacrifice the end of a roll of film for nothin’.
Atlanta Botanical Garden, July 2013.
I’m lucky enough to have been able to capture a glimpse into Haley and Spencer’s engagement during this shoot, experimenting with Portra (400 speed) film for the first time. Here are just a few of my personal favorites showing just how luminous these two are - inside and out. Thank you both for letting me subject you to the lens - I wish you the most beautiful marriage (and can’t wait to boogey down with you at the wedding later this month!)
Context is important. This poem matters to this photo as much as this photo matters to this poem:
It’s comforting knowing that wherever and whatever I’m shooting, I have a tendency when it comes to style. I’m still trying to define what “atmosphere” means to me - but I know it matters when it comes to making my images. What starts as a project in warm vs. cool colors turns into something that moves with the golden light, and - hopefully - tells a story.
That said, as often as I scroll through my computer’s image files and think “hey, you should post these because you’re proud of them, and they provide meaning and insight to the bigger picture/your total body of work”, I’m also thrilled to run out of photos I want to post here. Because that means I have to go out and shoot more. A lot more.
Milledgeville, 2012. (Top Right: Athens, 2012).
There’s a word in Spanish, madrugada, meaning the period of time between midnight and the sunrise. And you know, I just think that’s really beautiful, and it’s sad that English doesn’t have an equivalent… because there’s no single English word that could peg that particular moment in time or accompanying sentiment. Madrugada isn’t the only one - there are tons like it. Look it up.
I’m at a loss of what set of photos I have that could possibly live up to all the glorious, terrifying, hazy moments that happen between midnight and sunrise. But if you’ve ever gone to a music festival (and I mean really gone) I think the memories made there after dark come pretty close.
Photos from Counterpoint Music Festival, Atlanta, 2012.
I think this is going to work out just fine.
For the eager listeners, for the careful observers - I think a short paragraph speaks louder than the long-winded, run-on post that just begs for attention. Understanding, for me anyway, has a lot to do with brevity. Brevity doesn’t bother with desperation; it doesn’t get all muddled up with contradictions.
I’m going to run with the unedited, short blurb gig. Correctness might come off as impressive, but conciseness - in many cases - can be moving. It’s no wonder I respect poets the way I do. (And I respect myself when I achieve it, too). It’s past time I stop giving a disclaimer in most things I do or say anyway.
Above: Incense smoke, Milledgeville, 2012.
Happy Monday, y’all
The itch to travel - the urge to see nothing in front of me but open road. And in hand, a book of plans, or a list of must-sees. To the right (or left), a willing passenger - hopefully as excited (if not more!) to take a journey leading to the coordinates of the place where (we think) we’re headed, with stops along the way. The ability to exist happily and live passionately where you are with what you have, with whoever’s by your side.
Italy is hard to beat. My summer spent there seems even harder to beat. And yes, my Canon AE-1 had a bit of a meltdown (we won’t blame the security equipment or airline for what happened to most of my film taken while abroad). It’s Italy, so why worry? No one else seemed too worried about most things. And reflecting back to May & June of 2012, I wasn’t worried either. I look at the photos of me taken by my peers, and I have never seen myself looking happier. Maybe it’s because we were a group of almost 30 photographers who knew a camera inside and out, but I think there’s more to it than that. I was homesick at times, but it rarely showed. It’s a phenomenon I still don’t understand, really.
For now here’s the man-made stuff. Landscapes come later.
Also, note the American Bar sign. You go, tourism.
It’s a stay in bed, under-the-covers kind of day. Here’s a few shots taken while exploring Milledgeville’s Olive Forge in the rain.
Here’s Athens - in honor of the first week back to school. I can’t count myself as a student this time around, and it’s amazing that in just eight months time I’ve gone from a pretty decent, no spell-check needed (albeit self-proclaimed), poem-writing, camera-toting college kid to a full-time retail, sales, & management zombie. But why complain when the camera is within such short reach?
I’ve never been one to keep up with a blog. That said, I do need a method of making myself write, photograph, and share the good (and inevitably, the bad) of both on a consistent basis. Mostly, I’m starting this project - as assuming as the word project can be - to remind myself how much I love the process of artistic creation. I feel like some scanned 35mm film of Bartram Forest in Milledgeville is a good place to begin.