Please visit Blue Sky, the Oregon Center for the Photographic Arts, this Saturday, March 14 for a last chance to view photographs from the 2014 Pacific Northwest Viewing Drawers Program.
I will be there with my work from 1:00 – 1:45 p.m.!
I have been beating myself up a bit lately when it comes to photography. Having somehow convinced myself that I should have a project or destination in mind before setting out with my camera, I have been shooting less. And frustrated when shots don’t add up to a cohesive body of work.
While ‘lack of time’ is usually blamed for photographing less, in this case it’s wrestling out of my current state of mind. And back into one open to creative experimentation. Unafraid to “wander down a few dark alleys,” as I was reminded by a fellow photographer today.
In college, I went to hear Billy Joel lecture to an audience of music students. When asked about “Piano Man,” he confided that when performing the song for the umpteenth time, his mind will often drift to the mundane, like what he’s going to eat after the show.
While the strength of the piece may remain, repetition can tire both the artist and audience. Not to mention imitation.
Just sayin’, Portland.
This weekend I went ‘full Portland’; I planted trees.
(no, not these)
Early Saturday, in the pouring rain, crews of cheerful volunteers planted nearly 300 trees. Not out of obligation, but from a genuine desire to help their neighbors and improve the environment.
I am not gifted when it comes to gardening. But as I gaze out at my new street tree, I feel oddly confident knowing that he has the support of a community behind him.
Maybe I’ve just watched too many Sci Fi movies, but I can’t help but wonder if one day soon it will be humans – not machines – obsolete, on the curb. . .
Diner Christmas Tree, Villas, New Jersey
It was nice to catch up with family this week. . . Happy Thanksgiving!
Along with a few other folks, my husband and I watched the TV series Breaking Bad. We found ourselves driving cross country the week of the finale. In the days leading up to it, we were blissfully free from media; no spoilers, no critiques, no talk of upcoming spin-offs.
It is rare these days to be alone with your thoughts. To have time to anticipate and reflect, and to gather ideas before feeling pressured to produce content.
Last weekend I went camping for the first time since childhood. (True we stayed in cabins with heat and electricity, but camping nonetheless). When I returned home I took time to edit my photographs. To separate the (hopefully) successful images from those that merely captured a nice element or memory.
And while 99% hit the cutting room floor (or hard drive, as the case may be), I take to heart Ansel Adams‘ quote that “Twelve significant photographs in any one year is a good crop.”