the last word

Today my wife asked me to get some ice for Christmas dinner from the freezer in the garage. While I was doing that, I noticed a big stack of film that had been sitting in there for years. I gathered it up into a paper bag. 220 rolls of Tri-X and Portra 160. 4×5 Ready-Loads… [Read More]

It’s bad enough that you get trapped by your own blind spots, but it gets worse: it’s all too easy to become the victim of somebody else’s. A couple of months ago, I suggested that workshops were a good way to see how other people do things, and perhaps discover the existence of mental door… [Read More]

Last month I wrote about blind spots. I’d like to take another shot at the subject, but from a different angle. Before I attained the exalted status of full-time photographer-and-general-layabout, I was an electrical engineer. I worked in different areas: speech recognition, data acquisition and process control, telephone systems, data networking, control networking, and color… [Read More]

Warning: the photographic part of this month’s blog is preceded by a long non-photographic introduction. Feel free to skip ahead. I’ve been shaving for more than 50 years now. During that time, not much changed. Sure, I’ve always used the latest razors — usually from Gillette. The shaving cream, always from an aerosol can, has… [Read More]

I received an email a couple of weeks ago inviting me to participate in a CPA photographic exhibition. The particulars were unusual. Kim Weston curating an exhibition of photographs made or selected in response to a Robinson Jeffers poem. The instructions were to a) pick a Jeffers poem or fragment, b) create or find three… [Read More]