Writing, Photography, and the life lessons I learned from Street Academy
After my recent success in mixing vintage Verichrome Pan film with Kodak Instamatic film (88 Minutes in Chinatown), I wanted to try this splitfilm trick again. And I wanted to create something that was a “day versus night” exposure, using the lights of an amusement park or the midway of a county fair to build…
Read MoreGood morning, my wonderful blog readers. Today will be a great day, I promise this – seeing as this afternoon, my high school friend Alfreida Tillman’s niece Nakia will have her book signing today. The book, about Nakia’s grandmother (and Alfrieda’s mother), “The Adventures of Li’l Margie,” will be featured at a book signing at…
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I have some detractors – well, I call them “family” – who will say that I would travel a thousand miles to get a photograph, but I wouldn’t travel across the street to visit them. Well, yeah. The photograph trip is more enjoyable than visiting my family. Such is the case last Sunday. I took…
Read MoreSo I’m driving back from Syracuse last Monday, as part of the proverbial “Drive of Shame” (as I mentioned before, of the nine entries that I submitted to the New York State Fair, only two this year – Farrell in Aerochrome and Mittsu No Yuki – were rejected), and I thought about stopping by my…
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I changed up my routine this year. My routine for the first day of the Altamont Fair is to drive over to the Fairgrounds as soon as I possibly could (the second after the clockout whistle blows on my day job), and then eat a meal at Josie’s on the Fairgrounds, and walk into the…
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So here’s the deal. The Altamont Fair opens today. And in 2009, I entered my first photos in the Fair’s Fine Arts competition. It wasn’t until 2011 when I earned my first ribbons for my work. by 2013, my photo of an Icelandic sheep, The Jumbuck, picked up my first Altamont blue ribbon. That was…
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Dang, this has been bugging me all summer. Last July, I received the Iowa State Fair Photography Competition’s yellow postcard o’ doom. The one where they tell you if any of your pictures made the cut – if any won awards – or if none of your entries were accepted. I was very fortunate this…
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I knew they would be in the mailbox. The postcards o’ doom. All with postmarks from Syracuse. Nine entries – six photographs, three artworks. Nine little postcards, each one representing nine acceptances or nine rejections, or any combination of the same. Over the past few years, the postcards o’ doom have been a veritable albatross…
Read MoreWow. Another Saturday morning. It seems as if we’ve had a great Saturday morning just about seven days ago. Well, I don’t want to keep you from enjoying this great Saturday. But … if you feel like starting out the morning on a good note … May I suggest you check out this week’s blogs…
Read MoreI know you’ve heard about one of the craziest urban legends in rock music history. But in case you haven’t, I’ll give you a quick primer. At some point in 1966, Paul McCartney left a Beatles recording session and drove away. He stopped and picked up a hitchhiker, who as he continued to drive, suddenly…
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