Posts tagged “photography


Something black in the road, something that wasn’t a tree. Something big and black and ropy, just squatting there, waiting, with ropy arms squirming and reaching. . . It came crawling up the hillside. . . and it was the black thing of my dreams – that black, ropy, slime jelly tree-thing out of the woods. It crawled up and it flowed up on its hoofs and mouths and snaky arms.
Robert Bloch,


Shuttle Carrier Aircraft at Dulles, April 17, 2012

Marine Corps CH-53E Sea Stallions from HMH-464 Condors, MCAS New River, NC.

Art is context, intent and emotion.

Art is context and intent. Art exists to evoke an emotion. If we can assume that the intent of the artist is to evoke a specific emotion in the viewer, a work of art can be considered effective if the evoked emotions roughly match with those intended by the artist. Even if the artist’s intent is simply to createsome thingthat only satisfies a deep, as yet unidentified urge within the artist, the work still has an intent, a context and set of emotional responses it is expected to invoke.

From this, we can indeed infer that art iseverywhere— and the act of creating a work of art does not necessarily require a skill set like those possessed by skilled laborers, outside of those skills necessary to achieve the vision of the creator. The primary job of the artist is not to know how to operate a bead-blasting machine or to finish a block of wood– but to assign meaning, purpose and life to aspects of our physical reality. Whether this is done by the skilled act of blending various objects together in a smooth, seamless, well-crafted object or by invoking an emotion in a large group of people, “art” is being created. Even if we took the post modern route– that is, attempting to create a work of art that lacks context, intent and emotion– we’d still have a work of art that had context (why it is being shown, why people are aware of it, the background of the artist), intent (the intent being to create a work of art without intent) and whatever emotional (or lack thereof) response on the part of the viewer. Indeed, in this scenario, the most effective way of creating art that has no context, intent or emotion would be to not create anything at all, and instead use the money to be spent on procuring materials on food, rent or taxes.

Art fails when its intent, context and desired emotional response are gone or forgotten; it is important to point out that “failed art” also possesses the potential for the reassignment of context, intent and emotion. Thus, the cycle of art continues on.

Oh no! :(

Now with broken shutter! And it happened at the worst time, too: right in the middle of a roll of very nicely composed landscape shots of anincrediblymoody and evil looking morning sky. It had a touchy film advance timing too, as most Yashicamat’s do, apparently– this one flubbed advancing from frames five through seven. Still, it made some astonishing and clear images in its time– and for two hundred dollars, it was a splendid way to start working with medium format film.

I think this may finally be the end of it, if I can’t find anyone to repair it. Now, the camera shopdidhave a pretty nice looking 4×5 view camera for only a thousand….

No! Fuck that! I’ll to save my pennies and get an 8×10 view camera! GO BIG OR GO HOME!


You may have noticed that I don’t have an equipment list anywhere on this page. This is not without good reason:

-The Yashica LM’s shutter broke.
-The Nikkormat’s film winder snapped off
-The Ricoh’s main lens threw all of its bearings and refuses to focus
-The Nikon’s SD card door snapped off and one of the rubber buttons on the outside of the external flash fell off

Despite this, the Nikon and its flash still work, the Nikkormat still works (rewinding the film is a little tedious) and the Ricoh’s body still works– but the only lens I have for it is an ungainly, baseball bat-sized telephoto. The Yashica is probably going to be junked, and I’ll probably keep the D40 around for a backup.

So, I’m going to bite the bullet and get a Canon EOS5D Mk2. I know, everyone keeps saying to wait until the Mk3 comes out, but there are two problems with this:

Newer models don’t necessarily make the older models go down in price
The Mk3 has been promised to come out for TWO BLOODY YEARS and it hasn’t. Everyone who’s waiting for a Mk3 can thank me, then– because I’m positive the very picosecond I press the “buy” button, Canon will announce the arrival of the Mk3.

Once I get the Mk2, though… I’m gonna need some folks to pose for me. Heh.

May Day Post

Today being May Second and I having committed the cardinal leftist sin of not making an obligatory, generic May Day post, I submit the following link:

While not dripping with the same sort of revolutionary detritus that other leftist sites have, this is arguably a much more important asset to advancing labor rights and the history of the struggle of organized labor in the United States than any generic, Tennysonian blather from Crimethinc.

A fascinating and engaging examination of the remnants of the coal industry in the eastern US. So, what’s so special about a bunch of abandoned buildings and rock piles? Well, lots– when you consider during the 1920s, this entire region was in the grip of the Coal Wars. What’s most evident about these photos is the incredibly disparity between the workers and the management: the workers’ homes that still survive are little more than hastily built shacks clustered together, while the management’s homes are comparatively palatial estates that were built sturdy enough to withstand the years. What drives all of this home is the fact that when the miners objected to being used like animals and tried to unionize, the bosses fired, threatened, beat, shot and bombed (Yes, from airplanes) the workers rather than pay them a few extra cents. In the end, the coal seams dried up, the work ended and the people moved out; time has had a hard time erasing the scars from the land. This is the land of Matewan, of the Baldwin-Felts “detective agency”, of the IWW and the UMWA. Actual revolutions, revolutionaries and people pushed so far beyond the breaking point by the grinding machinery of capitalism that they pushed back— and all without the aid of graphic designers.

From coalcampusa

Kaymoor Coke Ovens

The next time some asshole tries to lie to you about how unions are universally bad, look at these photos and think of the thousands of people the rich shot and killed for wanting to be treated like human beings.


Wintertime wants you to think it has sucked all of the life out of the air. It wants you to think it’s a harsh, unlovable beast that only serves to thin the ranks of the sick and weak. Winter is depressed. Winter has to carry out the unpleasant, unenviable task of stopping life, stopping growth and placing everything into a forced dormancy where a certain percentage of hibernators will not reawaken. It strips the peeling paint from the creaking, tired walls of the forest and primes them to be refinished come spring.

wind that murmured through the leaves now stabs through the whistling wood

wind that murmured through the leaves now howls through the whistling wood

The voice of the forest is silent. The chorus of agitated rustling has broken for a seasonal intermission. Now, naught but the pure, quiet song of the sky fills our waiting ears.