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Contemplations on a Tree – Again!

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A Day in the Life – Reposted

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All That Thing Called Green – Repost

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And as usual, someone watching me… repost!

The image above is mine. The words are William Klein’s but I can certainly identify with them . He says this in an amazing contact sheet analysis film I’ve included below.

Everyone with an interest in photography should watch it and should look on YouTube for other contact sheet discussions by photographers like Sebastião Salgado and Josef Koudelka.

As always, thank you for looking.

The Tender-Cruel Camera

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I’m linking today to an essay on William Eggelston called The Tender-Cruel Camera written by Thomas Weski. Here’s an excerpt.

The choice of subject matter seemed to some critics to be totally indiscriminate, as though William Eggleston has applied no criteria at all. ‘Eggleston’s photographs often seem to have been taken not by a photographer but by a motorized camera swinging around the photographer’s head on a string. Whatever happens to be in front of the lens when the shutter was tripped got photographed. Whatever was not, did not.’ But even this negatively meant criticism reveals a further important aspect of Eggleston’s work, namely his democratic approach to the subject matter. Eggleston speaks again and again of the ‘democratic camera’ which considers every object worthy of depiction. Naturally, this seemingly impersonal way of seeing things makes no distinction between ‘beautiful’ and ‘ugly’. In other words, William Eggleston does not operate with the usual visual hierarchies, but rather accepts those motifs which illustrate his concept correctly.

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Wilshire Boulevard Bustop, Beverly Hills, December 2012

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Reposted: Pico Boulevard, Santa Monica – 03/07/15

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Dedicated to our friend Eric’s dad, a great photographer and father, who passed away this week.

I’m no Norman Rockwell…

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Not even a Ken. But I can’t deny the influence. (of Norman!) And I’d be happy if at least one person out there thought of me as the anti-Norman Rockwell. Just do it.

Friends Don’t Let Friends Vote Republican

Dreams We Keep To Ourselves

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Layers

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Waiting, Luminously

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That Picture Worth a Thousand Words

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Fast glass in fading light…

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The Unconventional Sharing of a Hoodie

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Public transportation, the lowly bus, doesn’t roll over the rarified pavement of Santa Monica’s Montana Avenue anywhere near as often as it does a mile or so south, on the more common asphalt of Wilshire Blvd. So these ladies were waiting a long time on a gloomy chilly late afternoon just a stone’s throw from the icy Pacific. July notwithstanding. Sooner or later people will do what they have to to keep warm. The not-poor things. 😉 Top photo is the last (or thereabouts) in the sequence.

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The Bridge Behind Them

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One foot on a skateboard…

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The other on the banana peel of love.