I’m very pleased to let everyone know that I’ve been selected as one of 50 photographers nationwide to participate in the 2012 Atlanta Celebrates Photography Portfolio Review. I’ll be presenting my fine art photography project Jubilee. Lots of work to do, oh my!
Another black and white print from the darkroom, this time an image from my travels in Summer of 2005. (I peeped it back in February.)
One steamy hot August afternoon found me on the road near Dillon, South Carolina, and I happened across an old wreck of a motel with this marvelous, rusty playground in the back. Two rolls of 120 film were expended and a red filter used.
When the owner of the motel finally came out and ran me off, I was incredulous that a) the place was still open for business, and b) that a person with any sense of self-preservation would agree to not only spend a night in one of the rooms but pay money to do so! You might just as well sleep on Norman Bates’ couch.
Looking at the image with so many years having passed, I now see it as a reflection on that very subject: the passage of time. Like Quentin in Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury, sometimes you want to break your watch in hopes that time will slow down. But it can’t, and it won’t, and sooner or later we all end up with some rust to show for it.
I peeped this photograph a few weeks back while it was still in the tray in my darkroom. Here’s a scan from the final toned print. It’s really one of my favorite images of recent vintage. Lots of work went into this one!
