I'm drawing a little bit of a blank today on what to say but I just pulled this image out of the developing tank and loved it so much I wanted to share it right away. There is a bit of crackling on the edges of this negative in part because the film itself was about ten years expired and more than likely not stored in the best of circumstances. I sort of think the added texture and imperfections in the emulsion add a little bit to the image so I really don't mind it being there.
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Trees With Kodak T-Max 400
I really love old trees. I like dead trees and trees full of bright green leaves. I like tiny trees and grand trees that tower over my head up toward the sky. I like looking at trees and reading under them. Most of all I like photographing trees. I find trees more difficult to photograph than people. I can't tell a tree to shift its trunk toward the light or ask it to move a branch just a little bit down to make a more pleasing composition. All I can do is simply photograph them as they are. That is a lot more difficult than it may sound at first.
This photograph was made along a hiking trial in Mosier Oregon. Mosier is a very sleepy little town with not a lot going for it beyond picture perfect landscapes, a waterfall or two, and a lazy river that winds its way right through the center of town. I say all of that with the utmost respect. I wouldn't want to see Mosier change one little bit. The world needs more towns like Mosier. Nobody seems to be in much of a hurry to get anywhere. Heck, most times when I visit Mosier I don't see much of anyone at all.
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I am honestly not entirely sure what I was thinking when I made this photograph. The wind was being rather fierce at the time making the whole scene difficult for both the model and for myself. Freya, the woman posing for this image, was being a serious trooper about it, however, she kept having to hold all of her hair from blowing every which way while simultaneously trying to look like she wasn't being swept off the side of a cliff. Meanwhile, I was grappling with the problem of my eyes tearing up when I tried to look down through the waist level finder of my Mamiya TLR. To an outside observer we both probably looked like a couple of idiots who would have been better served just staying home.
Yet we were both very determined to make it work and stayed in good spirits despite good old mother nature making it incredibly obvious she did not want to play nice with us.
Read MoreThree Minutes And A Pinhole Camera
Three minutes feels like a long time when you are watching the second hand on your watch. Two and a half minutes is the point where one begins to appreciate silence. Or if not appreciate it, then at least to acknowledge that it exists. The camera isn't moving. I'm not composing. Time just has to walk forward without my assistance. The film needs just a few more seconds to soak in the light. I hope I managed to record the swaying of that tree just ahead.
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Many years ago, In an effort to avoid the supposedly hostile weather of the Pacific Northwest, I rented an art studio near the train yards of Swan Island in Portland. Just to get a sense of how long ago I am talking, my monthly rent in the studio was a whopping $100 dollars. At the time, I actually considered that a financial hardship. Now days I can sometimes spend in excess of that on film alone during a single photo session. That is not to say that I am suddenly a rich photographer at this point in time. No, it is more just to illustrate how far $100 dollars will get you today vs. over a decade ago in Portland.
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