
12.09.2008
12.07.2008
DIY pt. 3
This print captures my Dad at his simplest. All he wants to do is ride his motor cycle, but sometimes things get in the way of that. Other times his motor cycle gets in the way of responsibilities. Every time I see this print it makes me laugh. He looks like a member of a motor cycle gang, yet lives in Newport, RI. The past year I've seen him for maybe two weeks total, seeing him like this brings back the times when it was just him and I, with nothing to influence his attitudes. This is the third and final DIY, for now.
12.02.2008
12.01.2008
DIY pt. 2
11.30.2008
DIY
Hunter Galloway: Jamestown, Rhode Island
This is the first of three prints I developed myself over the Thanksgiving break at the Darkroom in Merchantville, NJ. To get this one print took about a month. First of all this is from a roll I shot in July/August while visitng my Dad in Newport Rhode Island. To see this image appear on the paper after putting it in the devloper bath was magic. I can't really describe how gratifying it was to see the final result. In this day & age of digital everything people often forget the photographic process. From developing the negatives, to getting the right exposure time on the enlarger, to putting the final print through the chemicals, gave me an appreciation for photography. Nothing like forgetting about a photo, then months later see it on the negatives.
Quote of the Month
Some of the world's greatest feats were accomplished by people not smart enough to know they were impossible.
-Doug Larson
Enjoy the last day of November.
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Enjoy the last day of November.
11.20.2008
No Noon
Some time ago,
a cross eyed man stopped in the middle of the street,
glancing at his watch he realized it was high noon but the sun
was nowhere to be found.
he looked down and saw
streams of parallel lines;
again he looked down,
and again the lines ran with each other.
horns blared, traffic was stopped.
in the middle of the land stood a middle aged man
staring at the ground.
these lines mapped the sun
as the cross eyed man stopped and stared
at the cross walk.
a cross eyed man stopped in the middle of the street,
glancing at his watch he realized it was high noon but the sun
was nowhere to be found.
he looked down and saw
streams of parallel lines;
again he looked down,
and again the lines ran with each other.
horns blared, traffic was stopped.
in the middle of the land stood a middle aged man
staring at the ground.
these lines mapped the sun
as the cross eyed man stopped and stared
at the cross walk.
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