"What often guarantees the authenticity of a photograph is the way that the camera automatically records all that is before it, indifferent to what is significant or insignificant. It presents a world in which there is a background of information beyond the photographer’s intention. For example, you might photograph your lover on a beach but it will be the additional presence of the infinitesimal sand and the fine chaos of the clouds that will help render it factual. The secondary information guarantees the primary"
I was in Los Angeles last weekend to see family. There is a lovely vista point in Palos Verdes (one of many) that looks back east towards the city. I wanted to make a long exposure after dusk and I snapped this pic while waiting for the sun to go down. Right when it did, the wind kicked up and ruined my shot. I think it’s Karma telling me to stop taking 8x10 selfies.
#salt river canyon
Salt River Canyon, AZ. 2013
I spent most of last spring bidding on and losing auctions for a Jobo drum to process my 4x5 film. I finally won at the end of the school year but then was gone all summer and so finally now, am I going thru this backlog of film that goes back almost exactly a year.
I’ve started making collages from western US landscape photographs. The first step, after buying the book, is to cut through the spine with a guillotine. It feels so wrong and evil. I’m keeping the spines as kind of totems, scalps of my book-cannibalism. The Frederick Sommer book, especially, was tough. It’s fucking gorgeous (and a total steal on Amazon).
#bee line highway
It’s been awhile since I’ve been out with my 8x10, all summer in fact. It felt good to drive out of Phoenix and take in a nice landscape; mile 206 of the Bee Line highway. I’ve been meaning to stop at this prospect for awhile.
As a last resort, when I’m traveling, I’ll mail post-cards to myself with micro-SD cards tapped to them with a selection of my photos from the trip. I sent these six weeks ago from Leticia, Colombia. They arrived yesterday.