From the Last Session with my Muse of two years. An early image in the “Layered Life Portfolio.” We wandered around Westerly RI it was a perfect day. The image made on High St in the window of 84 High Street Cafe a great place to eat and socialize, the little boy inside, the woman on the left exiting and the Muse behind me reflecting in the window. Reflecting back this is one of my favorite images of The Muse. Perhaps one of my all time favorites but so many images it is hard to say for sure. So many unprinted negatives, my current health keeps me only able to print for an hour or two so I will share past images my favorites and some thoughts on creation perhaps you may pick up and idea or two.
January 19th a day later than planned Winter chose to visit Seattle first. Off from Green airport in a prop jet image made at about 2000 ft if you look under the engine those white spots are houses. Shooting at 1/2000 of a second almost stops the prop but believe me it was working well.
After boarding for Seattle and getting as comfortable as possible for a 5 hour flight the pilot came on and said the flight was cancelled. A new line to stand in and ponder the ad photo that had/is causing a stir? No definite opinion here, sure it is a bit racy if that’s what you seek to see. Seems like a weak target for the right.
So I got a great hotel room and price at Embassy Suites took the shuttle over had a salad, went to my suite turned on one of the two big flat screen TVs for five minutes and realized it’s 11:30 and I have a 4:45 wake up call. YIKES it has been a while since I have seen 4:45 I wondered does it really exist? It does! Got to the lobby in time to here Prince singing Party like it’s 1999, 5:15 am where’s the coffee? None available “What” well there was a pot in my suite but powdered creamer. No way.
6:15 am Dulles Coffee, laptop and a comfortable seat.
Arriving in SF I called my daughter and her husband both lines straight to voice mail? Did they get the message I was heading for Portland instead of Seattle? Pretty sure I had talked to them about it but was tired. Arrived in Portland OR. and tried to call again. Straight to voice mail? Sat and watched the empty baggage claim for a few minutes, called Rees, had him Call back to make sure I was receiving incoming calls. I was. Hmmm? Ten minutes later my daughter called to tell me they were on the way and that they had no electricity or cell service at the house. But they had gas hot water and a wood stove, and Inara would be making her first out of state trip to meet me and her first out to dinner adventure. GREAT!
There are no words to describe how I felt Just WOW. enjoy pjc
In the early 80’s and in love I moved to Providence, while there I worked at RISD and Brown. One day meeting a friend who worked in RISD’s publications office for lunch I continued my life long series of doors. Posing Kate in the doorway and myself directly in front the series Layered life began. As we walked on to lunch Kate mentioned that the door was to Harry Callahan’s home. Thirty years later I still seek open doors and the humanity that lies within and I continue to ponder and reflect with compassion, in the view finder, my soul exposed in every subject.
You may look at lots of images but back in the pre artifiscal age and today still for me the decisive moment was not taken 1000 exposures per image to later photo shop and find your idea. Creativity came from within the viewfinder, the rectangle the mind. The little nuance of the two of us reflecting in the door knob were not a “happy accident” it was composition, creation. It was/is mine.
Photographic Art more doors, under Harry’s and here. Are the doors still open?