Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

7.13.2008

some of my favorite faces...

I got out my portrait lens yesterday and got some shots of some of my favorite people.

A portrait lens is a fixed length lens. It doesn't zoom. You frame the shot by getting close and look for the sparkle in the eye.

I'm not a fan of the Zoom lens. They put less emphasis on framing and framing is my favorite part of photography.
I've just discovered that, by the way.
My favorite part of photography used to be that having a camera around my neck made me feel less shy. (Hmm...maybe I just don't notice being a bit shy when I'm focused on framing...)

I have found that it helps to tell someone a story while you take their picture. If you can get them while they are listening, you'll see it in the eyes.

Here is little Jonas Coen Schoolfield, "bronc", on his second day in the world.


And in profile...
My niece, Skyler, has always been one of my favorite subjects. Now, she's 12 going on 33. I say 33, because she's a soulful kid. There's much going on behind those brown eyes.
This little guy came to the hospital with his family to meet Jonas. I just think he's incredibly cute . He sparkles.
This is my brother. I caught him in the act of making fun of something that happened to me when I was 6. I was climbing on my grandparent's couch and got stuck or something. It was serious. He makes it looks funny, but I did go to the Emergency Room...so he's wrong and I'm right, as usual.
I love this picture because I love to see my brother smile. He looks a little silly here, but the smile is fanta-bulous.

2.10.2008

Todd Wolfson, Super Hero Photographer


I dashed over to Todd's two weeks ago (before I left for VA) in between
errands, because he told me he could take my picture and as much as I hate having my picture taken and avoid it at all costs, the time had come.
There I was in all my natural, unbrushed, unprimped self, Todd didn't have much to work with, but he got some nice pictures, cause he's a super hero and I love him.

Here's a more serious shot:

10.19.2007

I love this!

Dave's story about standing up to a "rentacop" and schooling him on the laws on photography in public places.

9.30.2007

new photos....





Shoal creek can be dangerous...look what almost
happened to stickman!













Colorado pictures are here.









Cowgirl portraits are here.

9.18.2007

Strengths

I was tagged by Adrienne to make a list of five strengths that I possess as a writer/artist. She says, it’s not really bragging, it’s an honest assessment (forced upon me by this darn meme).

I am to resist the urge to enumerate weaknesses, or even mention them in contrast to each strong point I list. Below my list, I'll tag four other writers or artists whom I want to share their strengths. These will be writers/artists who have blogs, or who will comment on this one...or who will let me post their response on this one.

As I'm just dipping back into my art, my writing, photography, pulling my head out of the sand that is producing and distributing JOB, this exercise was a good one for me.

What are my strengths? I think they are:

1. When it's hard for me, I don't back down. A drawing teacher once told me that I have a "no bullshit" painting style. At the time, I didn't have a style at all, I was in my very first art class ever in a humid, too-warm basement in the Ballard neighborhood of Seattle. I really wanted to be in a photography class, but I had a cheap little camera and no money and my grandfather hadn't yet bequeathed me his AE-1. So instead, I was in a figure drawing class where a beautiful man with skin the color of dark chocolate posed while all the other students seemed to be happily and artfully drawing him with smooth, confident strokes of their charcoal pencils. I felt like crying, at times I wanted to run out of the room, then, when I stopped trying so hard, I started to see the white space, negative space, and shadows and I got to work.

2. I'm brave. I'll talk to anyone. Anyone. I've followed my documentary subjects to back alleys in crack neighborhoods, to homeless camps in the woods, to seedy hotel rooms with damp carpet. I shot discarded dogs being euthanized, cruelty cases and I've been in some scary situations. I did all of this because it didn't feel honest to me to skirt around the edges and just show what was easy to get at. When my friend Joseph grabbed a dented spam can to nail his painting of the last supper, a beautiful painting created with discount oil paints on a discarded banquet tablecloth, to the wall of the now demolished St. Elmo hotel, I completely forgot about the scary man lurking outside.

3. I am patient and people trust me. When I'm shooting someone, I can wait for the moment when their eyes light up or they think of something or someone they love or when they remember.

4. I love to tie ideas together in to a bigger idea. I start writing without an outline or a clear direction. As I meander and trail around and amble through a story, I'll find the way back to where I started and I understand why I picked that story instead of another one and I figure out what it's really about and then I really get to work honing and pruning and culling which is often my favorite part of the process.

5. I'm curious (though some might call it "nosey"). I love to hear people's stories and I consider it a privilege when someone trusts me and tells me one of theirs. I love to try to understand what brought them where they are and what keeps them there. I like to figure out what keeps people "in the room", literally and figuratively. I could spend my days with a camera, video camera or notepad just listening to people's stories and I would be a happy girl.

I'm tagging Debbie Smith, David Edelstein , Karen Browning, John Anglim and Margaret Allyson (who isn't really online yet).

9.16.2007

healed up heart


Soon to post pictures from Colorado. I was fascinated by the way the Aspens create scars over the carvings people make on them. Look at this one....a healed up heart.

8.30.2007

Happy (late) Birthday Henri Cartier-Bresson


In the middle of a busy and by turns sad and victorious week, I forgot someone's birthday. August 22nd would have been the 99th birthday of Henri Cartier-Bresson.
To view some of his work, go here. To learn more about Cartier-Bresson, try this link.
If you live in NYC, his work is currently on exhibit at the International Center for Photography.

8.14.2007

the girls

4.09.2007

Goats...


Dave's photos are full of life. Making it look easy, he began developing his eye when he first began looking around. He plays and experiments with image and color and mood.
When I lived in Seattle, David worked in my department at "the factory" and we bonded over photos and spent some time walking around downtown, cameras slung around our necks, as he helped me understand Zone. That's when I learned how wonderful it is to disappear into a crowd with a camera around your neck, a free ticket to look at things your own way.

For more great images, visit David's website: noise to signal.

2.27.2007

a photo essay on mailboxes



I love this. Go ahead and click that golf ball.