I created a new blog dedicated to photography. I wanted a place where I could showcase my best work and talk exclusively about photography. I will still talk about photography here, but my posts here will continue to be opinionated, while my posts there will be less so. I hope you will subscribe and enjoy!
My friend shared this link with me today on Facebook and immediately the wheels in my head started turning. A few hours earlier I was thinking about the days when we used to write letters to each other and now those days are over. It’s kind of sad. Our words to each other only exist in the digital world which is fleeting and tenuous. If you haven’t clicked the link yet, let me tell you what this is and what I am proposing. Jai Tanju started a print exchange with his buddies and it blew up into something incredible. You can see his blog here.
I love this idea. You might have figured this out about me by now: I love the tangible. I love making things and holding tangible things in my hands. So I love this idea to pieces. And I want to exchange photography with you! This will be a good excuse to get into the darkroom because that is what I am planning to send. But you don’t have to do that! You can send whatever you want! There are no rules, as far as I am concerned. Are you interested? If so fill out the form in this post and lets exchange photos! Let’s make the mail fun again!
There have been some friends on Twitter and Facebook who have shown interest (if we’ve already chatted about this don’t worry about filling out the form). So I am thinking it might be fun to figure out how to collaborate on this. Let me think about this for a day or so and I might come back for a part 2 on this blog post…
Once upon a time the Chief Of The Gods and his two sons, Pahto and Wy'east, traveled from the North down the Columbia River to find a place to settle. They came upon the most beautiful land they had ever seen and decided that this was the place. However, the two sons quarreled over the land and to settle the dispute their father shot two arrows from his bow: one to the North and one to the South.
So last year I decided to take a self portrait and compare it with a portrait taken by a kid taken a year earlier. I am going to do the same thing this year. I don’t know why. It just kind of seems like a cool thing to do. I am kind of fascinated by the idea of passing time and how it is represented in portraiture.
Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?
Sometimes fear grips me at the most inopportune time. In these moments I freeze, which is unfortunate. I had this reaction this past weekend when I was at a workshop and was suddenly face to face with my old friend, glossophobia (fear of public speaking). I was called upon to give an elevator speech. I waited to go and listened to others first. After hearing a few others I felt brave and stood up. I started speaking and started out well, but then I froze and I couldn’t finish. I sat down and felt completely deflated.
It reminded me of the time I was hiking with Rafael at Castle Rock in the Santa Cruz Mountains. We reached a point on the path where the trail on one side was a sheer drop down the side of the mountain. On the other side of the trail were cables one could hold on to to help them across the trail. I saw the cables and the cliff and said, “Fuck. No.” I sat there for a long time while Rafael talked me into crossing. He even demonstrated how safe it was by walking in the middle of the path and jumping up and down without the use of the cables. After several minutes of cheering me on, I finally gathered my courage and started across. Palms sweating profusely, I grabbed the cables and walked slowly. I got halfway across and the panic started. I froze. I couldn’t go any further. I cried because I just could not move and fear completely engulfed me. Rafael helped me across but, again, I was deflated. I felt bad for letting fear get the better of me.