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.
Over the Hudson River 7/31/10 between Beacon and Newburgh
I think now, even Kid Rock would admit he had things backwards.
“I do not believe that artists or actors and people should be out there like voicing their full-blown opinions on politics because, let’s face it, at the end of the day, I’m not that smart of a guy. I play Rock ‘n’ Roll, that’s what I do. Who would you trust to make your decisions, Donald Rumsfeld or the Dixie Chicks?”
Please go see The Unknown Known
I have been listening to The Dixie Chicks a lot these last few days. Those young woman were really good and tight. If they hadn’t been destroyed by the Bush cabal and its followers I think country music would be much better today than it is. The Chicks were hardly the worst casualty of the Bush disaster, that honor is split between the people of Iraq, our troops, and the our economy but they were a casualty none-the-less.
January 1, 2013
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world”
Went to the eye doctor today. Had been feeling like I needed a new prescription especially on the close vision. Well, I most certainly do need new glasses. My near vision has moved the visual equivalent of a full f/stop but my distance vision has only deteriorated slightly. So I am trying to slide by with new reading glasses.
Funny thing. I had shot many pictures on the 1st which I had already looked at and rated for focus, exposure, framing and so on. Looked through them again with the new glasses. Now sometimes I want tight focus and sometimes I want soft but Uh oh! It seems that I have been rejecting shots that I believed they were not crisply in focus that actually had perfectly tight focus. Conversely some shots I thought were nice tight focus are actually soft. I wonder if discovering 20/20 vision again will change the work I produce?
“The legends lie cradled in the seagull’s call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist’s fall.”
What’s s/he thinking?
“If he was only a little smaller I’d eat him.”
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood…It’s actually a grayout not a whiteout but…
Approaching the George Washington Bridge
Entrance to Narnia? Moria? London 1888?
The Little Red Lighthouse
Look up in the sky – What! I can’t see sh**
Pigeons -178th Street
125th Street: Seagull feeding time
“There’s A High Flying Bird”