My word processor is down...
... so this is the only way to save my stuff so far. I'm working on my "interest" box for my myspace photo page.
Though in this Post-Pixel era it is easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of modern technical know-how I want you to understand that digital killed the photographer years ago. But who knew that the medium would be such a cherished martyr with me? The crowd raised it high on the platform square and and lowered the axe. The digital revolution had arrived while a few of us stayed in the background and watched the masses become pseudo-photographers. It is because of this that I enjoy proving the digital camera wrong. When I turn off the lights in a pitch black room, my Minolta X-700 doesn't chirp like a tiny bird being squeezed in a demonic child's hands because it cannot manage it's auto-focus. No, my camera does exactly what I want it to do. I have had time to learn from it.
Since 2000 I have yet parted with my camera that I found collecting dust in my parent's house. It was in the remnants of boxes filled with pieces of a failed darkroom years ago. I took this instrument, curious to what it had to offer me. I had no idea what it had in store for me. During the first year and a half I took my time in getting used to the camera, finding what lenses worked for certain shots, how to set long exposures, which led up to shooting in the dark. It was at the end of this time of trial and error that I had my opportunity to try this out on people. Being recently employed at a music shop in Claremont, CA as a concert promoter, she had asked me if I was willing to photograph the different musical performances. I took my chance. Discovering how to take pictures of quiet folk singer/songwriters with a loud shutter release of the camera. Though, distracting at times to the artists and audience, the chance was worth it and I have developed some really amazing shots.
Since then I have mainly stuck with musical performances. I have had photographs printed in the albums of Tom Freund and Bill Tapia. Including a few newspapers, off and online. The photographs you currently see are all found online.
So, I want you to forget all of that and remember back when someone held up a phone that was connected to a spiraling rubber leash to a rotary counterpart, that they were not holding it in the air to take a picture. No, it was held up because the receiver was being passed to another person. I want you to remember when it took an hour to get your photographs developed by a teenager at the drugstore. Or for some of you, converting your bathroom, closet, garage, laundry room, or what have you, into a darkroom. For me, photography is not a hobby. It is not just a semester at community college to score chicks. This is not a passing phase. This is my life.
Though in this Post-Pixel era it is easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of modern technical know-how I want you to understand that digital killed the photographer years ago. But who knew that the medium would be such a cherished martyr with me? The crowd raised it high on the platform square and and lowered the axe. The digital revolution had arrived while a few of us stayed in the background and watched the masses become pseudo-photographers. It is because of this that I enjoy proving the digital camera wrong. When I turn off the lights in a pitch black room, my Minolta X-700 doesn't chirp like a tiny bird being squeezed in a demonic child's hands because it cannot manage it's auto-focus. No, my camera does exactly what I want it to do. I have had time to learn from it.
Since 2000 I have yet parted with my camera that I found collecting dust in my parent's house. It was in the remnants of boxes filled with pieces of a failed darkroom years ago. I took this instrument, curious to what it had to offer me. I had no idea what it had in store for me. During the first year and a half I took my time in getting used to the camera, finding what lenses worked for certain shots, how to set long exposures, which led up to shooting in the dark. It was at the end of this time of trial and error that I had my opportunity to try this out on people. Being recently employed at a music shop in Claremont, CA as a concert promoter, she had asked me if I was willing to photograph the different musical performances. I took my chance. Discovering how to take pictures of quiet folk singer/songwriters with a loud shutter release of the camera. Though, distracting at times to the artists and audience, the chance was worth it and I have developed some really amazing shots.
Since then I have mainly stuck with musical performances. I have had photographs printed in the albums of Tom Freund and Bill Tapia. Including a few newspapers, off and online. The photographs you currently see are all found online.
So, I want you to forget all of that and remember back when someone held up a phone that was connected to a spiraling rubber leash to a rotary counterpart, that they were not holding it in the air to take a picture. No, it was held up because the receiver was being passed to another person. I want you to remember when it took an hour to get your photographs developed by a teenager at the drugstore. Or for some of you, converting your bathroom, closet, garage, laundry room, or what have you, into a darkroom. For me, photography is not a hobby. It is not just a semester at community college to score chicks. This is not a passing phase. This is my life.