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You Are Here

The year was 1965… the summer I was 14. Walkabout wasn’t the term we used then but it best describes the type of wandering with cameras that we did. On this sunny day, Mom and I were exploring downtown Roanoke, Virginia… a bigger place than our own town of Salem about 20 minutes away. We were near the train station and I remember she took a great shot of a man walking on the tracks… we were almost above him on an overpass and the light was snapping off of the black rails. Down on the platform I found this luggage cart… it was shot on Tri-X in a Yashica Twin Lens Reflex…. I loved that camera and used it until my last year in high school when my Nikon life began.

Fast forward to 2011… one of my goals is to archive my portfolio. This project involves culling the strongest pieces in my files so that I can create a body of work that might survive into the future. This particular negative had gotten so beaten up that I couldn’t have printed it straight… lots of scratches and holes from traveling all over the country in my many moves. I have learned to take better care of my film since but all of it will need a certain amount of coddling. The final outcome should be everything in one place, scanned, reworked and archived to last.

What I love about photographs is sharing someone else’s viewpoint… sitting behind their eyepiece. I don’t know what will happen to my work when I am gone but part of me wants to think that others will enjoy it somewhere down the road.

Wings

I had a teacher once… Keith Carter said “Perfection will paralyze you.” He made it possible for me to let go the technical perfection so that the mood of a moment could come through. There is a beauty in the imperfections. The Japanese have a term for it… Wabi-sabi. I have many parts of this 90 minute wedding Mass that are on the tripod and technically complete, but this little hand held, challenged piece really works for me.

Two notes of interest: the shift in focus comes from one of Lensbaby’s newest optics… I was using their Tilt Transformer on my Olympus. It is a lovely little combo!

And, out of this frame, the author and anchor of this Mass is Father Matthew Munoz… a friend of the family up from California… happens to be the grandson of John Wayne. ;0)

A Wedding Portfolio

I am a storyteller.
Weddings are a great gathering of moments… I find myself swept along with the crowd laughing and crying as two people stand together to declare they are one. Getting married requires bravery and a certain strength of character. I am always happy to be witness to it… to tell the story.

There is an updated and beautiful Portfolio section coming in the next couple of weeks, if all goes well, but in the meantime, I’d like to direct you to this temporary gallery of wedding favorites. It’s kind of fun to see them all in one place! ;0)

Beach Symphony

I come to every wedding ready to document the entire day… the things requested and the many pieces I see that make the story. The random parts that appear in front of my camera, the ones that make my senses sing, are the ones I live for.
This little procession up from the damp beach in Gearhart… ecstatic mom on the rise and the Oregon Symphony guy waiting for the couple and their furry companion to pass… I couldn’t have planned this in any way… just have to track it through the eyepiece. It is a very favorite image of mine and I can’t imagine the day without it.

“Keep a third eye watching behind you. You never know when you’re making a memory… they will wish they were here together again someday…”

~ Ricki Lee Jones

This is no way to run a blog…

… at least that’s what they tell me. Well, I have to say that this month has been completely outta control so the blog has been wishful thinking at best.

I made the mistake of cleaning my windows on one of the early sunny days… everything was fine until I stuck my head out of the skylight and got a good look at my south roof. After a minor panic attack, we started the process of getting bids to replace the roof. This one has been on since 1981 so, yes, it was time but I thought we might be able to wait until this summer. Not so much. Now we have to wait for the lovely spring weather to clear so the guy we hired can come do the work.
Of course, in anything like house repair, one project always leads to another. ;0)
Last Saturday Opera Boy smiled as he handed me an electric drill and a flat bar… I spent the next few hours prying the first part of the old front porch off of my house. Apparently, we have decided to replace it. And then comes the paint. Sigh.

Meanwhile, March 13th was the 10 year mark for my Mom’s death. I had planned to run a beautiful little photo essay about her but the further I got into the process of scanning old photos, I realized I have a lot to say. Dad’s 20 year mark comes in May so I am thinking I might wait until I can do them both some justice.

This one is from their wedding in July, 1950… Grace H. Benson married Allan B. Bosworth… he was just out of the Navy and she was still in. They look happy to me and so very young.

To be continued…