2/26/11

About Santa Fe

Binaural

The Second Dusk

--Lost in La Cienega

Brewery

Dog Park

By the Dieing of the Light

The View from the Ovelmen Residence



The Chronic Feeling of Driving Oneself Through The Desert
Santa Fe and Back 50+

 

This series is about looking back, places that I have called home, the feeling of comfort, really.

This is a very much process peice about looking out, which is something i have tried to abort for years, but which has been revived by large format. HDR has taught me a new way of seeing.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

1/20/11

HDR



Taking a series of exposures and letting something cold and mechanical compare and decipher them seems so removed, but I enjoy it as a means of capturing a greater reality, not really a greater reality, just a somewhat closer version of reality. As more exact replica of sense perception. One can put their feelings onto the surface of the landscape in a more direct way. The compositional advantages are interesting, to say the least, working with light in a different way.That is the journey, seeing light, a new and different way every day. Photography is merely the chaotic interaction of light and time documented in a unique way. We change our world in our attempts to document the incoherent and yet inescapable lightness that is being. 

Trying really to find something that might express the feeling of something that can not be captured, such is noumena, but its different now, not deeper, better or worse, just different. Learning how to see light through the lens of altered dinamic range has evolved my sense of light, optics, and composition. I will not say that HDR is necesary for any shot, most obviously not, but that in terms of true ability to create the ultimate understatement of the dramatic landscape it is an extensive resource.  A deep well of inspiration. 

Walking in Oxley has become a source of inspiration, tracking deer, watching birds, all sorts of wildlife really. Sometimes it is very quiet, and you can hear the smaller animals whiskering about in their nests in the leaves and sticks. The sense of an armadillo walking by in the moon light. Someething that you could not photograph propperly or it would be ruined. We either document, change, or walk on. I was glad I was wearing boots for this shot as I looked down to realize I was standing in inches of water.