|"Alternate angle to your dangle" - Joe Flaherty|
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Thursday, September 8, 2016
This image was shot at Seattle's very own Green Lake Park using a Fuji X-Pro-1 mirrorless digital "rangefinder," UV filter and a sturdy tripod. Green Lake Park is is one of those places that makes you feel lucky to live in Seattle. Just 10 minutes from home, it houses my favorite skatepark, a 5K running trail (around the lake, duh), swimming, a dog park and if you're so inclined a nifty pitch-n-putt. I've had so many good times here over the years.
Before I landed in Seattle I never really felt like I was in the right place. San Jose felt right for a time but San Francisco never really did. Now, when I close my eyes and think about home I see the above image - and know I'm right where I belong.
After a long hiatus I logged into my site and found this draft image from nearly 3 years ago. A fitting first post in the revitalization of the blog you are currently viewing.
More thingy's soon.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
last night kate and i went to see damien play a free show in our home neighborhood of ballard. we tried to see mr. jurado over the weekend at easy street records during kexp's hood-to-hood festivities but were late arriving after the photo-showcase thus causing us to be jammed way to the back of the store. we could hear him, but it was mostly a wash. the upside though, was that we got to buy copies of his new record Saint Bartlett in advance of yesterday's official release. last night's show was spot on. in a near pitch-perfect replication of his previous in-store for the release of Caught In The Trees, damien's son miles managed to humorously distract his father- necessitating the kind of goofy song restart one might imagine taking place at home, on the living room floor.
damien seems like a really interesting and complex person. his music has in my opinion been some of the most beautiful to be made in this country and abroad over the last 10 years. the more music he makes, the more i wonder about his life and experience. the first time i saw him play i still lived in the bay area. it was at bottom of the hill in support of his then recently released Ghost of David LP. I don't think i'll ever forget it - he opened the set with "Medication" - which literally brought a tear to my eye. the song remains a favorite of mine to this day.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Polaroid was my first love. Most every biography of any great photographer begins with an excited recollection of that first print hitting the developer under the amber haze of safe-lights and glowing clicks of time-o-lights. For me it was the pop, mechanical buzz and beautifully brief wait for an instant print. Don't shake it. Put it under your arm-pit. Something great is cooking in there.
After two + years with the 5D, memory cards and hard drives something inside me has once again sought out this very special medium. I recently got myself another craptastic land-camera that barely focuses and away I went. The polaroid positive is a fading only-child of the moment that separates itself from the bulk of mature photography. I just got a 5$ Sun 660 and won an auction for some film - and while there's a lot to be said for a piece of art existing on it's own, without duplication, my regrettably modern mind has begun to think about how to bring these little guys into a world of largeness and longevity.