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31 January 2009

Six by Six, Part I

My dad and I will soon have joint ownership of what is absolutely the coolest camera ever, the Pentacon Six. My mom bought it for us from some guy in the former Soviet bloc who needs money for seed potatoes cause he used last year's crop for vodka.

With this in mind, I'm posting all my medium format scans to clear out the closet. These were mostly taken with a Voigtlander Perkeo I, which is about the fourth or fifth coolest camera ever, and the Holga, which I pretended to think was cool so Larry White would give me an A.

Holga first:





I once read an article in a writer's magazine that said authors "hate writing, but love having written." So it is with me and the Holga. What a pain in the ass. But when you're through, you are instantly part of the cult.





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SAD031 :: Pentax ZX50 :: Pentax SMC 28-80, f3.5-4.5 :: Tri-X :: Fall, 1999

The assignment was to photograph an egg, to learn about lighting and retaining highlight detail. I got an A.

30 January 2009

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SAD030 :: Pentax ZX50 :: Pentax SMC 28-80, f3.5-4.5 :: Tri-X :: Fall, 1999 (?)

The Bard's first tattoo.



29 January 2009

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SAD029 :: Pentax 645N :: Pentax SMC 45mm, f2.8 :: Portra 160NC :: 2005

In the spring of 2005, I won the Ryan Patrick Jones Excellence in Photography Award. I agonized--and I mean ag on ized--over what to do with the money. Everybody said I should go medium format. But I was torn. Half of my photographic heroes (Kenna, Fokos, Strand) were medium format guys, but the other half (Capa, HCB, Abell) were 35mm. Two entirely different photographic paths seemed to converge on that piece of money, and I was paralyzed with indecision.

Finally, I ordered a Pentax 645N with two lenses. Then I called back 20 minutes later and canceled the order. Then I ordered it again the next day. I ran three or four rolls through it . . .




SAD029b-g :: Pentax 645N :: Pentax SMC 75mm/45mm, f2.8 :: Agfa APX 100 :: 2005







This series of images, the clothespin depth of field test, is one of my wife's favorites. I've always thought it ironic that she loves the images that made me send the camera back.





It was very important to me to be able to control the rendering of light sources in my night photos, and when I wanted indistinct orbs of light, I also ended up with maddeningly shallow depth of field. When I wanted everything in focus, the exposures were so long I ran into reciprocity failure. Not to mention the roadside ghouls in the River District. The quality of the photos was exquisite, but the lens geometry didn't allow me look and functionality I needed.

So I bought my F100 and never looked back. Until lately, when shallow DOF has really started to creep into my images, and I think about all the darkness bokeh can contain.

28 January 2009

NatGeo's Visions of Paradise: Official Winners!

In October I posted a review of National Geographic's book, Visions of Paradise, and a link to their "My Visions" contest. The winners have been announced, and their work is unbelievable. See it here.

You'll note that, like the compellingly honest images in the book, the contest's winning images look natural, even in spite of the "wow" factor. The editors have done a great job selecting images that maintain authenticity of the concept.

My favorites:

1. Mitch Dobrowner's amazing "Shiprock Storm," which is quite Adams-esque, though the rest of his work deviates. Which raises the question: Is mentioning Adams fair, or do we see his mark in images like this simply because they're flawless? Maybe calling Dobrowner's work Adams-esque is like calling all photography Talbot-esque. Perhaps Adams' work was a discovery, rather than an invention.

2. Sarah Condon's photo of her quarter horse in the dirt, a great portrait made even more touching because it is her horse: We learn his name, and that he has not fallen into the dirt because he's injured, but because he's enjoying himself. It's also worth pointing out that this brilliantly lit photo was taken by someone who is apparently not a pro photog, and who doesn't have a web presence that I can find. So again, what we've seen from the "Visions of Paradise" concept are not just the flashiest, most dazzling photos the editors could pick, but images infused with the photographer's personal vision.

The Assault Camera Ban

Congressman introduces bill requiring cameraphones to "click" for pics

Next thing you know they'll call for a law requiring rangefinders to trigger a bell when the shutter is released. Why not punish the offenders, rather than the inanimate tools? Because government governs, and we get the government we deserve.

This kind of thing would never happen if I were secretary of photography.

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SAD028 :: Voigtlander Perkeo II, 80mm/3.5 Color-Skopar :: APX100 :: 2006(?)

Taking a break from the back-in-the day posts. These were from the Perkeo II my dad lent me when I caught the medium-format crazies. I badly wanted a Zeiss-Ikon Super Ikonta BX, but the Voigtlander was free, and its name was almost as cool.

27 January 2009

The Boneyard



Jes and I went back to the Boneyard, which is always the scene of the photographic crime. It's the kind of place that makes you accept things at face value. Maybe it's the death, maybe it's the light that always falls through the trees in such a hushed descent.





She was shooting regular old Kodak Gold 100, and I was shooting Portra, as I had for the Rex photos. I went back by myself and tried to recreate that look digitally. Couldn't get close.







What a day. Film. Film cameras. Wonderful light. Time to kill. Jes did a much better job than I in capturing her subject's mood, which might mean that she's better, or just that I'm easily read. For instance, this is what I look like when I'm on the phone with camera store employees:



The writer/photographer relationship is all about balance. So the deal was, we'd go out and have some time together, and we'd both take pictures, and then write poems about the whole thing. Photography and poetry are pretty much the same thing, except one is more expensive.

So I worked really hard to come up with something that would stack up against J's talent, and it ended up being all personal and poignant. And I wasn't going to post it, but finally I decided that it needed to be said, and I should open up a little. So here.





Senate Rejects Cooper as Secretary of Photography, Can't Believe He Doesn't Use a Leica

WASHINGTON--A divided Senate rejected President Barack Obama's top choice for secretary of photography, Asheville photographer Max Cooper, largely on rumors that Cooper doesn't own a Leica.

The decision brought a pall of uncertainty to Obama's formerly optimistic White House.

"This is a time of change," said a disappointed Obama in an afternoon press conference, "but some want to stand in the way of that change. Mr. Cooper has a proven track record, pithy commentary, and once took some pictures of Bill Clinton. He's the change America needs. I can't be the changer the people wanted change from if some unchanging stay-the-samers won't get out of my changin' way."

Cooper's spokesperson was unavailable for comment, but Senate minority leaders were quick to point out the controversy that has haunted his nomination.

"The Secretary of Photography is a keystone position in the president's cabinet," said Sen. Arlen Spector, R-Penn. "We owe it to the American people to be sure that the president doesn't misguidedly appoint some fool who doesn't even own a Leica."

Leicagate, as it has been dubbed in the media, began when Cooper posted controversial comments on a popular photography discussion board, alleging that what matters in photography is the artist's singular vision, rather than the camera he uses.

Posting under the name "LeicaFanBoy2007," Sen. Orrin Hatch, R-Utah, who owns four mint-condition Leicas himself, reportedly called Cooper "just a blooming idiot."

In a more reserved statement this afternoon, Democratic New York Sen. Chuck Schumer spoke of the hush that fell over the Senate hearings when Cooper admitted he thought his Nikon cameras were "just as good."

"It's appalling to think that, in this day and age, that kind of ignorance could still prevail," said Schumer, not usually known for in-party criticism. "What was our new president thinking?"

Sen. Diane Feinstein, D-Cali., said the failed appointment reveals a growing problem.

"It's time to think about common sense legislation to get these Nikons off our streets," she said. "We have to do it for the children."

Speaking on condition of anonymity, a senior official in the Federal Photography Administration, formerly the Leica User's Group, said that Cooper was an ideal nominee in all other respects.

"How can a man so talented fail to recognize the importance of Leica-work? Just the other day, I was down at the beach taking pictures with my M6 TTL-BBQ and my new 50mm f0.95 Summi-Nocti-CronElmarlux on some Fuji 800 I bought at the drugstore. And I thought, 'What kind of moron would take an SLR out on a day like this?' Let alone a duh-duh-digital," the official said, and spat.

Alaska Governor Sarah Palin, a former campaign rival of Obama, said even she was surprised by the president's choice.

"You know, we expected to see some candidates that might be a little wonky," she said, propping her Nikon-scope-equipped moose-rifle on one curvy hip. "But I can't believe the vetting process wouldn't catch something like this. You know, when Todd and I looked at those pictures Mr. Cooper took of me, we just thought their extreme-edge sharpness was a little, you know, lacking."

Citing the long history of struggle Leica users have endured, senior Mass. Sen. Ted Kennedy (D) admitted he was stymied by the president's choice, but gave a rousing statement of hope at this afternoon's Rose Garden press conference: "We hayve ta look fahwad to a time when awl men and women, black and white, gay and straight, can ahppreciate the well choreographed dance of geahs and levahs working in perfect hahmony."

There is no official word on who Obama will nominate to replace Cooper, but top officials speculate Philadelphia photographer Kyle Cassidy could be near the top of the list.

"He's a dedicated Leica man," said Hatch. "Plus he's got that hot actress girlfriend he's always blogging about."

SAD027


SAD027 :: Pentax ZX50 :: Pentax SMC 28-80, f3.5-4.5 :: C41 B&W film, ISO 400 :: September, 1999

When I got my film back from the lunch ladies, I was horrified. I'd never intended them to be silhouettes. How was I to know an automated camera like The Beast will underexpose when you point it straight into the sun?

On top of that, I had turned on the date stamp, and every image had 9 13 `99 seared into it in blocky digital type. To post them here, I removed the date with about 30 seconds of work. It would have taken hours in the darkroom. So I never printed them. User error in the wasteland.

26 January 2009

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SAD026 :: Pentax ZX50 :: Pentax SMC 28-80, f3.5-4.5 :: C41 B&W film, ISO 400 :: September, 1999

The scene made a lot of sense to me, in a way that's hard to explain now. It was a wasteland, but more than that, it was purposeful. There was a design to it, evident to me, but left unexplained by the architect.



Of course it was unexplained. It was surrounded by 200 yards of nothing, with "No Trespassing" signs every 50 feet. Did I expect the hunter to leave a note?

"Dear Photographer, this is my deer stand, and I made it to illustrate something deeper. You'll think about this place later in life, when you read things about the Holocaust or the killing fields. This one tree? That's all that's left of what might have been. Hope you don't mind me climbing around."

25 January 2009

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SAD025 :: Pentax ZX50 :: Pentax SMC 28-80, f3.5-4.5 :: C41 B&W film, ISO 400 :: September, 1999

I had to get away from school. So, one day after class, I got in my car and drove out into Laurens County. Somewhere way down Highway 30, I passed this tree, the last one standing in a huge expanse of cleared land. It was probably 200 yards from the highway. I parked the car and started walking.

My dad had loaned (a very extended loan, it turned out) me his Pentax ZX50, which my photo professor at PC called "the Beast." I went to visit Clinton's chapter of the lunch ladies and picked up a roll of C41 B&W, because the bulk roll of HP5 our Photo I class bought hadn't come in yet.

The sun was going down, and light was that unbelievable South Carolina evening light. As I neared the tree, I could see why it had been left standing: It was a hunter's deer stand.

24 January 2009

RGB



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SAD024 :: Pentax ZX50 :: Pentax SMC 28-80, f3.5-4.5 :: Dirt Cheap Color Film :: September, 1999

This was Mike, Ben's roommate. One night, Mike had the bright idea to set up a bowling alley with some plastic pins he'd gotten at the dollar store. The problem was, he had a real bowling ball. See that door behind him? Didn't last long.

23 January 2009

To find a way in.

Last night we went out into the woods and built a fire in the snow.

I went up to Burnsville to hang with the folks and scan old 120 negatives on my dad’s flatbed. So I’m posting them here, even though they only relate in my head.

This is the process, from start to finish: Around dark, drive the Suby down behind the Deyton curve on an inch of packed-in, icy snow, down to the main road. Go to town, pick up a couple of pounds of red meat and junkfood. Pick up some people named SMAN, Destructo, and Chaingun. Drive back up. Build a fire. Hover over it for a few hours. Drive back down.



So I'm standing there in the grocery store, waiting for the others to show up, and this kid walks by. He's maybe eighteen, bad haircut, clothes don't fit. And I realize that he goes to the same high school I went to, and one winter night when I was in high school, I probably walked through Ingles, and there was some guy standing there looking at me as if I was some prehistoric creature he could never relate to.

Destructo works in that grocery store. And it struck me, all of a sudden, what a good life it must be to grow old in the same place, and work the same job, and see the same people walk the same paths you did.



J's post about the gap between lives says the same thing. You have to make a choice between some ambitious thing you want, and living a good, easy life. You can spend your days and nights worrying over how to schedule your Flickr uploads to garner the most traffic, how you'll ever be able to afford frames for the next show, and whose arm you'll have to break to get your work noticed; or you can have an easy, honest life.

"What went wrong that I am not canning apples, playing banjo, and hauling wood from out of the dark, cold night? Is what I feel just the split between being raised one way, and living a more modern life? Or is what I’m doing really the wrong path?"



It was 11 degrees. A fire has to roar pretty loud to keep you warm at 11 degrees. Good thing Cpt. Destructo was around. Kingston Lighter Fluid Co. ought to give Destructo a sponsorship.

If you’re going to live in denial, you might as well deny something big. Like winter. If you can overlook winter, you should have no problem with going bald, getting fat, or spending money on lottery tickets. So if you’re the kind of person that can pretend to be comfortable while your eyebrows singe and your ass freezes, you’ve probably got other things you aren’t facing up to.



Was it ever as simple as making a good image? Is that even a noble goal, in and of itself? It's been a long time since I thought so, but lately, I wonder. Not everything in life needs a big, bad artist's statement. In fact, the most important things are self-evident, and offered with very little explanation.





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SAD023 :: Pentax ZX50 :: Pentax SMC 28-80 f3.5-4.5 :: Dirt Cheap Color Film :: September, 1999

I started school at Presbyterian College in Clinton, SC. It was to be short lived, because I hated school.

This was my friend Ben, who lived on the first floor of Bailey hall. Ben was very religious, and was made uncomfortable by the posters my roommate had on our walls. He was also one of the most intelligent people I've ever met, and ended up valedictorian or something like that. Last I heard he was a doctor.

22 January 2009

Carve another notch.

My smoking hot and incredibly patient wife has a new publication in the winter issue of Appalachian Heritage magazine. It's the closing poem, actually. I think this means she has more publications than me, but not for long. I'm going to sneak out of bed in the night and cross out her name with a fine-tipped sharpie. "Balance," by Max Cooper.

Photography Paper Excerpts

Photo by Dian Arbus
Name of photo is crazy carnival guy with a lot of tattoos.
He is very hairy chest and his eyes do not look real.
He has a snake tattoo going form his right shoulder going around his back to his left shoulder. It’s a really weird photo I don’t understand it. He is really hair and bold and has a funny look on his face it looks like he is constipated. He has buck teeth too if you look at it really hard. Looks like he has been shot with a beaver tranquilizer. I think that he is standing in front of a carnival sine. I think that he ahs a tattoo on his face I cant tell its hard to tell but I think its there.

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WHY I FAILED YOUR STUPID TEST

I think the reason I failed your test is because I never listen to you. I did not take this class by choice I was put in it. And I do not really won’t to learn about how to take a picture. Cause all you have to do is point and click . . . But to make you feel better I have never passed test. I am just not a good test taker. I never have been. Therefore, the way I see it there is no way I could ever pass one of your test even if I cheated. Maybe you should take notes as GRADE there buddy. I also don’t think its fair that you give extra credit that some of your students have no way to get there because they have a LIFE and do not have time to go to a art thingy which has nothing to do with pictures. So what can I do to pass your class it’s the only class that I am not passing. And I have to have it to graduate. But just to let you know I have not learned any thing in your class. I just can’t stand the way you talk you have the same tone all class period. And I just can’t listen to you for that long. So I would never tell any one to take your class. It is a extremely boring class and I think its just STUPID.

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this picture is real this picture shows you how good you really have it its a boy sleeping his rips are sticking out of his body his skin is really thin he looks weak its really sad looking but these people are happy they love art and music they are peaceful not that much to say about it I mean its one of those things where you realize how good we really have it here.

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I guess I should have studied a little bit more or something similar to that because that is all I know to do but the thing is, is one of my best friends is a senior and she has to pass your class for her to graduate. I really hope you don’t want to fail a senior to where they can’t graduate! So to help with that problem I think you should assign us some extra credit that is possible for everyone in the class to do because some of them such as ---, who is failing doesn’t have a way to go to an art gallery.

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I think this grade shouldn’t be taken up and I think we should do pictures to replace our test grade. This class is photography not test taking 101, I was told that all we did was take pictures and that was a bold face lie. I didn’t get in this class to learn about cameras and what kind they are.

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My second picture is titled Contact sheet of the day I broke my back while crash landing a hang glider, Montana, 1975. I chose this picture because my best friend all threw high school at Enka broke her back in a car accident, she had a lot of those ha-ha but she broke her back in the last one and I remember riding to school with her that morning and flipping her car a guy punched out her window and dragged her out I remember the ambulance ride on the way to the hospital it shows his ambulance ride too . . .

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I don’t want none of this to hurt your feelings but you sad to BS this paper and that’s what I’m doing.

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I think that you should give extra credit that everyone can do. No art museums or anything like that just something easy that doesn’t take going 30 mins to get there then get lost and run out of gas. I hate Ashville and I can’t get there when you want us to. However, im done running my mouth now and I hope that I didn’t make you upset the truth was bound to come out. Have a nice day.

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I think I would have done good on the test if I cared to actually listen to what you have to say. I think that you are very rude . . . I think what we have to do just to get stupid extra credit is ridiculous half the things you have us do is so STUPID! OH YEAH! I am not saying I do all the extra credit because it is way too hard some things are just stupid. But that is bull crap and you let them choose their grades and fail the people that are NOT your pets. I think that each of us can choose what we take pictures of course we like our own things you always tell us to do stupid pictures . . . I try to listen but it is way too boring I am sorry you’re the one that asked for the truth.

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I also have a little bit of ADHA and just get bored with the lechers and have to stare off in space and forget to listen.

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My third picture is titled Susan Smith, Venice, 1974, this picture is of one of the photographers friends in a hotel room in Venice the woman is standing in front of a mirror . . . this picture could be the single photo of our culture this is all women do now I don’t think a woman can resist the unconscious urge to look in a mirror and check her make up or her hair . . . it’s a unconscious thing programmed into women now its kind of pathetic just like the girls on my space that take a million pictures of themselves before they find one that they can put up to make them appealing to the public I HATE when I go out with my girly friends that come home from college and want to dress up and go downtown, we take a million pictures because one of my friends will freak out if someone posts a picture of her looking bad even if everyone else in the picture looks good its ridiculous.

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Even if I wanted to study that would have been impossible at my house, my sister has this phase of where she goes crazy and wigs out on me randomly. Well she picked this weekend to go crazy all because I did not like her new boyfriend. Therefore, she went on for a good four hours on how my opinion does not matter and how I need to be nice to him. Then I got mad because she started running her mouth to me at my job and so I told her to go to her car and never come to Rack Room Shoes again.

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SAD022 :: Pentax WR-90(?) :: Dirt Cheap Color Film :: July, 1999

New Jersey. On the way home.

We been blowing around, from town to town,
looking for a place to stand,
where the sun bursts through the clouds to fall like a circle,
like a circle of fire down on this hard land.

-Springsteen, "This Hard Land"

21 January 2009

Crunch



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SAD021 :: Pentax WR-90(?) :: Dirt Cheap Color Film :: July, 1999

Riding home on the Turnpike.