"Use the commonplace to escape the commonplace."
Haiku master Yosa Buson (1716-1783)
This week I had the pleasure this week of traveling and working with Brady Wilks. Brady and I approach photography in opposite directions. He's a haptic expressionist photographer and I'm a visual realist photographer. He specializes in 19th century photographic processes whereas I've written beginner, intermediate and advanced classes in Photoshop and the digital image.
We had many good conservations over dinner, and I was glad to hear how his side of photography deals with concept.
It's good to be home after four days away. I got back 40 minutes before Caroline's ninth birthday party.
I'm in San Francisco three days this week with my colleague Brady Wilks. We are working on some instructional videos for the Academy on Sutter Street.
Today is my 45th birthday. I'm grateful to see another year. I'm also grateful for this tiny cake Amy got me. The question is: How do I share it with three other people?
The kids completed their fourth - and final - triathlon for the year on Sunday. Here they are waiting for their friend to finish.
This one is from last week, so I'm a little late posting it. Both kids raced their third triathlon last Saturday in some miserable conditions - rain in the low 60s.
“I hate nothing more than a sugary photograph with tricks, poses, and effects. So allow me to be honest and tell the truth about our age and its people.” —August Sander
Here's the follow-up to Caroline's emergency room visit: Venom testing at the allergist's office. She was injected 20 times with varying amounts of venom from yellow jackets, white faced hornets, honey bees, wasps and yellow faced hornets. It turns out that's she's allergic to yellow jackets.
I discovered this in the kitchen: Emma's stroller with a portrait of inside by Caroline.
A scene from the garage floor: Emma has left her chalk on the floor, which seems to have been crushed underfoot and the coconut we took from grandmother's tree, which still hasn't been cracked open.
Like a wind-up toy
she shuffles to the elevator
with her new swollen feet
and new aluminum cane
I press the circle; the doors part; she enters and ascends
Once she escorted me to the doctor
Now I escort her
Only an hour ago
we were sealed up in our minivan
half-a-day, Miami to Savannah
Now, at the window of our hotel,
we gape at the containership
cruising down the river,
about to make its own crossing