“Job creation” is an excuse to do seemingly anything now. Especially when used in a “state of emergency”, relevancy be damned. Existing law and social contract are simply traffic cones, for house broken Jezebel and John Partisans to dance around.
Hyped-up itinerant “mobility”, comes at the price of local dignity.
Portland, OR. March, 2016.
Thousands of images saved, going back years. Rather than go on another camera spree, it’s time to look back with fresh eyes and give “old” images a renewal.
Prints, eBooks, giving a photo its due here, or nothing at all. I’m going to spend my near term viewing and thinking on what I’ve done, before doing a lot more.
Obsolete tech lost in an emerging new paradigm. Hawthorne Blvd. Portland, OR.
Nihilism doesn’t work for me. I prefer to have an optimistic view of the future. Especially when an informal local network has fun, poking at the recent past.
Coffee vendor waits for customers. Morioka-shi, Iwate, Japan. Nikon FE2 and Silberra 50 Orta black and white film. November 2019.
Devotion to craft and service. Making a lot out of small spaces. Do one or a few simple things right. There is much to learn from how small business makes its way in Japan.
Downtown Portland, OR
There is no such thing as a Photographer, because they are everywhere and nowhere. So naturally it follows there is no such thing as a Photograph. Symbolic verbiage, identifiable syntax… a keyword.
Only moments, captured with light and mirrors. Add smoke, and it becomes orthodoxy. I suppose then, that I’m gnostic.
Little Kick 