The other day, someone asked me the question: “Of all your photographs, which is your favorite one of the Hudson?” I explained to them that I had no idea. I used to believe that I could tell you my top 20 but I don’t even believe that anymore. We had a long and fun discussion around the topic.
Is it the image that has sold the best? Well money is a good thing but that is actually the image that other people seem to like the best, of the images that I have released back into the wild. Is it the image with the most personal resonance? Well, yes, but that changes daily or weekly. Is it the most technically successful? No, this I am sure of. Is it flawed but emotive? Maybe. Does it conjure up memories and ideas? Well, yes but more than several fit that description.
In other words, I have no clue. I worry that I am supposed to know this if I expect to be taken seriously but then I say, the hell with that and put my head back on straight.
Recently this image has moved into the front of my mind. I went away from it for a long time but due to a project I am finalizing I have been drawn back to it.
Leanne Cole runs a very interesting blog out of Australia. Every Tuesday for the last 35 weeks she has run a challenge she calls Monochrome Madness. I am an occasional contributor since that is not my particular bent but many people submit some amazing work. You really should click on the link and check it out.
This week I took one of my favorite color photos and monochromed it as my entry. You can see it and comment on it on Leanne’s blog but here it is.
No matter your opinion on the issue, this has to be the smartest/cleverest slogan I have seen in a long time.
The Equalites (the band my cousin Edward is in) played Bishop’s Lounge in Northampton last night. The photos are not good – simply not enough light – but they deserve the mention. A good tight show.
Every time I see the ACM and MTM, I have a camera with me as well as my iPhone. I never take a picture…What is that?
We had a lovely dinner tonight at Covo up on 133rd and 12th Avenue. Mama is nearing the end of this leg of her book tour, MTM is ending a convention and I just wrapped up another 12 days in a row of work so while not running on empty we all could use a fill up. Nevertheless a fun evening.
But the question is why do I never pull out my camera when I see them?
Before I met them I spent some time walking the river.
When winter first begins to bite
and stones crack in the frosty night,
when pools are black and trees are bare,
’tis evil in the Wild to fare.