Irregular Posts; WhatNewsWhatNews?

“Hey what’s happening?” “It’s cold. Winter is here and it is cold. Sometimes it is also snow.” Normally we head to the North Country for some cross country skiing. But this year that doesn’t seem to get done as our schedules don’t match the snow pattern. “OK. So what are going to do then?” “We travel next week but this Saturday evening, we’ll head for the Alpers Fine Art Gallery in Andover for an artists’ reception.“ I have two pieces hanging in this show; “The Power of the Power of the Spirit”. One is my favorite, “Raven” that was taken in Juneau Alaska 15 years ago. It was a film image that I scanned to digital, hence a “figital”. The hanging piece was printed on Japanese rice paper this past August. The other is a digital collage “Pond in the Wood”. I collected the photographic components in three different locations and assembled them into a story reflecting the show title. Lately I have been doing some work that is not just about the image. It is also about the feeling of the place. The image is treated to reflect or express that feeling. In December, we came out of the Museum of Fine Art. It was cold foggy, damp and cold. A single old-style street light turned on and a little fog rose off the globe. The dim flat grey sky was darkening, getting flatter and darkening. The scene felt “old, square frame, 1920s, cold and grey”. I framed the scene and waited for a guy to walk into it. He was bundled against the cold damp, striding quickly...

Irregular Post; Gone Hunting

August 22, 2013; Rockport, ME. “What are you hunting for? It could be the Place or the Elements in the place.” “Hhmmn.  I’ll know when I see it, perhaps when I feel it.”   Sometimes, I will have a sense of what I am looking for.  I have a subject or setting in mind, but never know if I will find it or what else I’ll find. This year has been more of a hunting year than the last few.  January in New Mexico, I knew that there were Sand Hill Cranes and Snow Geese in Bosque Del Apache.  I did not know of the beauty to be found at White Sands or snow in the wind in Santa Fe.  Vermont in May was Spring and wet, that means waterfalls and lush landscape but no Autumn leaves. In July, there was some urban hunting in Paris, Luxembourg, Brugge, and Brussels.  That was “hit and run” shooting with too little time to savor the urban scenery.  August in Connecticut; what would there be in the Litchfield Hills?  Rurals and Covered Bridges.  Next week, if the weather is OK, hunting in northern Maine and Quebec along the St Lawrence.  Might there be a touch of early color in the swamp maples?  Will I find my French ancestor’s grave stone in St Jean Port Joli? What am I really hunting for?    Elements, Elements that converse, Shapes and Textures of elements.  These elements are living there, living somewhere.   Pieces, Pieces taken out of the context, Resonants of the place. I bring them home, inside me, because the elements resonate with me. The camera records...

Irregular Images; Paris People

Landmarks! Landmarks are everywhere!  ;~0 People are in focus for this gallery.                                               People are moving landmarks. “travel light and wear a smile.”  Jack Holmes                    ...

Irregular Post; Terezin

An hour or so from Prague is the small town of Terezin.  It is not a pretty Czech town; no quaint picturesque buildings with red tile roofs.  In Hapsburg times, late 18th century, it was a town with a fortress near the confluence of the Ohre and Elbe Rivers.   In World War I, the fortress was a prison camp.  In World War II, the Gestapo evacuated the entire civilian population.  The town became garrison for the Gestapo and the fortress was made into a concentration camp for POW hard cases, political prisoners, and Jews.  155,000 people were held there. Prisoners worked in nearby industry as slave labor.  When 88,000 could no longer provide useful work, they were sent to Auschwitz where they went directly into one of the gas chambers that looked like the shower room at Terezin.  33,000 died at Terezin; their ashes were eventually dumped into the Ohre River to hide the evidence as the Russians liberated the camp in May 1945. It was over 90F when the bus dropped us off at 10 AM in front the Museum in Terezin. The last return bus would be at 3 PM; five hours to get a feel for this place.  We passed the tracks that the prisoners built so the nearby town would not see the train unload the prisoners and then walk to the camp.   We, and the prisoners, walked by this apartment/garrison on the way to camp.   Everyone was greeted and processed here before entering the camp gate. All concentration camps had this welcome sign.   No heat in winter, no light, no open window,...