Category: Photography
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Could I be burried here?
Nested in the mountains of Galicia, the parish of Loña Del Monte hides itself neatly from the road. This small agricultural village is located 30 km outside of the city of Orense. Its population balloons in late summer as its diaspora returns from across the world to celebrate the festival of the Virgin, only to…
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The moment between before and after.
It has been nice over the past few days to revisit a project from the first year of the MFA in Photography I was lucky to complete a few years ago, during my time at Belfast School of Art. Lentamente el Camino Me Mata or Slowly the Way Kills Me is the product of a deep…
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You will always have your notebooks.
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For some reason I keep seeing ads for the Remarkable tablet. While that appeals to my inner consumer geek, the price is equivalent to about twenty premium leather bound notebooks and a lifetime supply of pens. From the palm pilot on there has be great promises of inner peace and the zen of organization. All…
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Should have turned left at Albuquerque…
The first photographs of the day were meh (img 2&3), it’s a tree, the play of light is interesting but… Picking up and crossing through a clearing I had to go back and make sure the wood wasn’t playing tricks. The screaming tree in the first image is the same tree seen in the other…
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Bernd & Hilla Becher — The MET
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I wish this had been available when I was doing my MFA. They put together everything in one place.
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What does it mean? It’s a frightening tree, but why?
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While we were in the woods to photograph Genaro’s tree another one was tugging on my sleeve, seeking attention, though apparently invisible to my present company who were deep in discussion about times gone past. From my vantage point this new tree was obscured, though its branches stretched overhead, longer and more angular than those of…
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Into the belly of the beast to encounter Genaro’s Tree
There are no lions, tigers or bears in these parts yet I seldom venture too far off the trail. My attitude toward this has definitely changed after my recent adventure off the beaten track at the invitation of Genaro, a neighbor in the village. As a boy Genaro would gather chestnuts with his grandmother under…
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Silly Symphony actor on the lam in Galicia
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Appearing at the intersection of two of my great loves, animation and painting. This tree in repose echoed both Manet’s Olympia and Walt Disney’s Silly Symphony, Flowers and Trees.
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Looks like the beginning of a beautiful sugar rush
There must be something special about our first sweets that creates a taste of home, that sense of where we belong. When I came here first ten years ago there was a strange tang to their sweetness. A bit like the disappointment of that first Hershey in 1977 when we moved to Connecticut. When you…
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Honey, do these pants make my ass look big?
Not much more to say about that… Always wear a camera? F8 and be there? Hyperfocal rules rule? It is nice just once in awhile to have something catch your eye without warning and catch it while swinging the camera in it’s general direction. That said it still feels a little involuntary or stolen.
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The water recedes, the floods are quickly forgotten
“This too shall pass”. Wise words from a teacher, wasted on a class too young to appreciate anything outside of the present moment. I do hope he was aware of how important that phrase would become over time. There are teachers and there are Teachers, somewhere in the latter group are teachers who read. The ones…
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A product of time, labor and love
The over ground cemeteries, like the ones here in Galicia, create unintended corridors of light and dark punctuated by pruned foliage. Not that I am a graveyard junky who spends his time mooching from cemetery to cemetery, but they are always an interesting window into their communities. It is in this way that, though structurally…