There’s an idea that’s been rattling around all day today: The photograph as anecdote. That is to say, they’re not really evidence, but just a thing someone saw one time. It dovetails nicely with things I think/believe about truth, objectivity and the possibility that they don’t exist in photography. “A photograph is neither true, nor false, just as a sentence is neither red nor blue.” A smartass will go print a red/blue text on a color printer, but you get the point: Photographs are not vehicles for truth. They are vehicles for telling stories. The story here: I got on a plane bound for Santa Fe from SFO. I tried to sleep for the first twenty minutes or so of the flight, then resigned myself to being awake, and started looking out the window. I’ve always been addicted to these views, snapping pictures whenever I can see anything at all. This time, it was a bit shocking. Tiny mountain lakes, no snow, and every reservoir has at least a bathtub ring, some that look so wide and have been there so long it’s getting hard to distinguish them from the landscape. All visible from 27,000ft. We landed, and as you could maybe tell from the previous post, Santa Fe has been good. But these pictures need to get out there. maybe next I’ll post my stuff from pride, something upbeat. We’ll see.
Posted on 2015-07-06T05:36:15Z GMT
In Santa Fe again. A lot of memories here, and a lot of things that have changed since I was here last, some seven or eight years ago. It’s still an amazing place. I keep getting these flashes of memory as we drive by places; the car dealership one of my friends got arrested in front of, supposedly because he was hitting all the cars as he walked by, going home from the bar. Burrito Spot and all those times after last call. Breakfast at the Pantry. Wandering past roads I used to live down. I dont know if this is supposed to make me feel old or what, but I do. Drink one for the things that are gone, and enjoy what’s here, that’s all I can do. Yes, these are photos from last night. No, this does not mean I’m abandoning five months of photos. I’m on the road, and the majority of those photos are at home. Felt like blogging these.
Posted on 2015-07-05T15:36:02Z GMT
I looked at the date on these, and realized I’m 5 months behind posting photos. It occurs to me at this point that maybe I need an easier way post them? Anyway, yeah. Some Friday night happy hour that stretched late, spanned a couple parties, bars, and an apartment. Mostly notable for the walking and the drinking.
Posted on 2015-07-02T07:43:39Z GMT
This wasn’t the last LK2 retro, but it kind of feels like it was. It’s certainly the most memorable. We walked all the way to the Biergarten in Hayes Valley, talked about wat was going on, drank beer and ate pretzels. Somewhere, someone has a timelapse taken from the fence of the whole thing. (This has been another Matt Mills zen story, with no real point.)
Posted on 2015-07-01T06:40:32Z GMT
These are just more semi-random street pictures. The first two are probabably destined to be part of the ongoing “MacArthur” project, should it ever take more than a vague form. The rest are from the neighborhood around the office. I’m guilty of taking #4 something like 50% of the time I walk on that side of the road, although they’re all somewhat different, due to foreground, lighting, composition, etc. I’ve been thinking a lot about motivation. How do I keep going? So far, it’s been enough to keep pushing the button and putting the photos up here. There’s some external validation, when I post photos of people and they like them, that helps a lot. But really, I don’t know. It’s an open question.
Posted on 2015-06-01T07:18:39Z GMT
