new daily blog

I have been doing a new daily blog at capephotos.net. Click here to check it out. I will also continue to blog here from time to time.

skippy harris video

Blogging this year has gone a bit to the back burner. A couple of weeks ago I had great fun doing stills for a video in production for skippy harris...there is not much I need to blog about in that regard either, just mo fun than you can shake your cheeks at.

from the archives

I was surfing photos absentmindedly when I stumbled across a shot with an umbrella and the figure hopping a puddle similar to the Cartier-Bresson iconic image, when suddenly this image of mine flashed to my mind. I wanted to bring it back or show it again or see it myself again...I suppose this means it is one of my greatest hits?

an unexpected day in paris

This is an image from a series of images titled "an unexpected day in paris" and perhaps one of my favorite photos I have ever captured. In saying this and examining the images I have been presenting, I am having trouble determining how other viewers react to what I have been producing. I have a singular view of these images and am the only one who can hold them in complete context, even as the context slips from my evaporating experience. How do you, the ones so distant from this perspective, interact? Can they, will they, do they serve a purpose outside mine?

studio on camp st

We are very fortunate to know some very talented people. Individuals and groups that inspire by their devotion to a craft. One of these people is Ryan Montbleau who with his band invited e and I to the studio to witness the laying down of tracks for his next studio album. What a treat to listen, watch and shoot. Thank you Ryan and keep up the good work.

scars

scars of pleasure scars of pain....

i have always had something of a secret fascination with scars. i have a number of them. my left foot from a trike accident. my right big toe from when i almost cut off my foot with a sit down lawn mower, the round pock from the Bonner machine on the end of the deformed softball broke index finger, the line on the right side of my back from diving into water not deep enough. that hole in my heart from love lost. the Disney world nose job from over by the tea cups, the burn on the back of my left hand that only i can see and most recently the hockey stick to the eyebrow. I wear these blemishes with pride and wonder what scars others have, and the stories behind them and do they want them photographed and recorded?

labels

I may have already posted this in last years mini blogs. I couldn't remember the word until reminded by e, so it shouldn't be a surprise that I can not remember if this topic has already been posted. Hopefully posting it this time will cement the coming term to my memory. I am introduced as, or asked often, if I am a professional photographer. Something about this term does not sit well with me. This is one of those things that I can not really put in to clear terms, but it immediately does not sit well in my ears and never comes from my mouth. I am not and not sure I would ever desire to be or to be called a professional photographer. So this leaves me searching for words or a word to define what you see that I do. It is I believe photography. You might have suggestions, but I recently came upon one I am comfortable with, short of just simply a photographer.

I am an independent photographer.

back to the blog

I took a little time off from the blog here... everyday blogging is a lot, but that is not what I am here to blog about. Last night e and I were fortunate to attend the sold out (free tickets?) talk by Christo down in the hole. During the question and answer part he was asked how does he respond to the question of "Why?" does he want to do the projects he does. His answer to the question of why? There is no reason! Just because he wants to, because he thinks it will be fun. He wants to see the result, live the process. It is meaninglessness he says and yet it is so much his everything. E and I discussed the results of his work and neither of us would characterize the results as something we love, but after his revealing the process I can say I am now a huge fan of his process, work and personalty. And therefor now a fan of the results as well.

day 365 December 31

There you go. 365 mini photo blogs. Next for me is to put together the entire 365 (ish) phoenix 365 photos. Thanks for visiting over the last year. In year ten I plan on posting regularly, however probably not daily. Please continue to come by and see what is going on. Speaking of year ten, I intend to mark it shooting daily self portraits.

Lastly if you enjoy what you see here and wonder what the photos I might take might look like should I be at some invent you know of... tell me about it, I enjoy new places and challenges. Happy new year!

day 364 December 30

I just hired a new editor... sorry if you read these blogs as drafts before the editor came in and fixed the errors. Back to the stats. 2009 saw over 30,000 images shots. Fortunately for everyone... I am the only editor of this overwhelming number of images. That works out to a picture every 1050 seconds or so for those who like that sort of thing.

day 363 December 29

The third day of the head injury really featured the bruising in its full bloom. The stranger part was the remaining partial numbness to a portion of my scalp some distance from the injury. I believe this to be residual to the lidocaine injection in the wound. Not a big deal...but interesting.

day 362 December 28

The day after the injury I had 8 stitches, some swelling and the beginning of some bruising. It's funny how something, someplace, or someone can set certain days apart from each other. Or conversely how easy it is to let the days run into each other with little to set them apart.

day 361 December 27

There is not usually a lot of blood and gore at this blog. That all changes with the post for this day. I play Dek hockey in Lakeville, MA. I love it. I would play everyday. Presently I participate in pick up games on Sunday and Thursday and league play on Mondays. On this Sunday game, very early in, I got an accidental stick to the forehead. A little over an hour later I was driving myself to the Falmouth Hospital ER.

day 360 December 26

The end of the year brings reflection.

day 359 December 25

Christmas and px reflects on how art touches her life.

day 358 December 24

It was the night before Christmas and not a creature was stirring just a web cam in the house.

day 357 December 23

We took to calling old man Humphry "Grubby H" during his stay during Dog Camp II. You are a good dog little man, you will be missed someday......but not on our watch!

day 356 December 22

Holidays, this year e and I began wondering as we age how to keep the magic involved with these days alive. We are looking at some ideas for next year.

day 355 December 21

Like a blizzard falling on the year's end, Dog Camp II buried us in pups for year end.

day 354 December 20

There were deer tracks in the driveway. I popped a cookie in the mouth of the John Deere driver and shortly after our hill and our driveway were cleared of the '09 blizzard.