Sunday, January 25, 2009

In the Absence of Running Water ...


Polaroids, Contact Prints and Other Small Works.

Whatever that means. I am working on a show. 20 photos or so in black and white.

In my early life there were Polaroids, later, when I was grad school I met a woman from the desert, who had a thing for Polaroids. She took me to the desert and helped me to see it's richness, taught me to find life there, water there; I found myself there more often than not.
Later, I was in the Grand Canyon and Jack Dykinga was calling me "Roid Man," because I was taking all these Polaroids.

Years passed. A $15 dollar Polaroid camera and a passion for the desert grew. It turned into a fourbyfive and better Polaroids. Now, I am sorting through them looking for a show.
And testing out titles ...

2 comments:

Steve Skinner said...

I love this image! Eons ago, I also used Polaroid Type 52, except for the smell, I loved the stuff!

A Midnight Rider said...

Catching up on your blog and enjoying the latest photos. Always very interesting.