… I decided not to drive across because research argued it was more than a century old.
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Travel
unless you can swim well …
… because it’s several thousand miles to the next solid ground.
the beverage tree …
… on Route 233 south of Montello, Nevada. This tree has looked like this for years.
once upon a time …
… an old corral off Route 10 near Carbondale, Utah.
smile …
… in the sky over one of the four Sun Tunnels near Lucin, Utah.
road hazard …
… along Route 140 near the Oregon-Nevada border. A cowpoke and three dogs drove about 50 head of cattle up the highway from State Line Valley 1,000 feet below to Antelope Butte.
Happy Easter …
… along Route 233 south of Montello, Nevada.
Lap of Luxury
Al Capone’s cell, Eastern State Penitentiary
Disquieting Angel
The beginning of a project I’ve had in mind for a long time: roadside shrines.
I deliberately processed this image to have some disquieting characteristics. People at print night last night called me out on several of them, so I guess I succeeded.
Peeling
My aunt used to work in this kitchen. Newsflash: no one works in it now.
ICantTellYou, New York
Falling Away
If you squint really hard, those are the Rockies. Also, fall isn’t gone and this road trip isn’t over.
Some Back Road, Vermont
Still Running
Sorry TLC – I tried sticking to rivers and lakes, but the GPS took me here.
Akron Falls, NY
Bloody Run Hills …
… north of Winnemucca, Nevada, on Route 95. To the west is the Black Rock Desert, home of Burning Man. [embiggen]
Epiphany, pt 2
Epiphany
High Plains Drifter
Art can be an incremental process. Then there are times when, without warning, you find yourself caught in the throes of some muse’s dying, orgasmic spasm, well and truly beyond any rational explanation.
Entering My Monochrome Period: Bodie Machinery
I had a wonderful experience during a weeklong workshop and symposium (the Moab Photography Symposium) in early May. Among the realizations was remembering how much I loved working in Black & White as a kid (much easier to process and print in black & white when you are using film). In conjunction with starting to print my own work, I am re-exploring monochromicity. The next few days will bring samples.
Bodie is a California State Historic Park in the Eastern Sierra, south of Bridgeport and north of Lee Vining. The ghost town has been a state park since 1962 and a national historic landmark since 1961.
A short stop in Bodie in 2014 began my adult, digital, photography as art period. I had about 45 minutes in the middle of the day and shot deliberately for black and white, using the harsh light in an attempt to evoke stark emptiness. Out of less than 50 exposures (most of them bracketed sets of three to capture the total dynamic range available), I got three or four of my better images. It’s taken nearly three years since then to solidify my sense of my photography as art, but the Terrific Trio workshop before the Moab Photography Symposium (plus one other presenter during the Symposium itself) have managed to do that.
Canopy: Union Station, Denver
Obligatory shot (for all Denver photographers) of new arrival/departure platform at Union Station
China: Opera
China: Sampan
China: Bonsai
China: Red Panda
