This morning, Lynchburg, Tennessee. Love the peeling wood.
This is something like my mother’s mother would have done, in Muhlenberg County, Kentucky, when I was a kid. Neat, with weedeater trim. I still love The South. Nelson and I ran upon this yesterday, scouting in Lynchburg, Tennessee.
Wall in abandoned building, New Orleans. Last week.
I sent Dinah DiNova some money for her New Orleans kickstarter project with wet plate. Yesterday, an original plate arrived. Whole-plate; just perfect. I love how the right side is irregular, like she cut it out with tin snips. A human hand touched it.
Discovery of the day, at the Ogden in New Orleans, in the folk art section on the fifth floor: Missionary Mary Proctor.
Unexplained sidewalk sculpture in the Bywater neighborhood of New Orleans, yesterday. What a great city; will be back soon. Back to NYC today.
I took time out to shoot a portrait of one of the Talent from a recent commercial project. Oh, to be a kid again, and for it to be summer forever. Beach every day; hot dogs for lunch; campfires at night…
Great style. Great face.
Brass band on Orleans Street today, mixed with crazy parade down Bourbon. Wild day. This is Ronald, age 52, who was dancing with the brass band. Hot, humid, sweaty, and fun. And then another street dancer, younger. And then a frame from the Gay Pride parade that ran through The French Quarter today.
Portrait of magician, last night in the French Quarter.
In the middle of a commercial project, I ran upon this beautiful child on a fishing pier in Foley, Alabama, on Wednesday.
Pulled into New Orleans today, via Highway 90, through the Lower Ninth Ward. Still grim, after this many years; Katrina residue everywhere. More pictures to come; I’m still processing them. But here are some good faces from today — the stand-up bass player at The Spotted Cat; a waiter at Cafe Du Monde; and two lovers on the banks of the Mississippi.
Funny scene this morning on a fishing pier in Gulf Shores, Alabama — a fisherman shows us how this particular type of fish “suckers” onto larger fish, in order to catch a free ride. So he just pulls up his shirt and instantly attaches the live fish to his belly. (Location scouting for a ad project, with Brett Sahler. Sunscreen and bathing suits required).
Today, with my iPhone hanging out my passenger window at 75mph. They tied him up and were last seen, headed to Gallatin.
I was backing up some hard drives today, and found this image of Jim McGuire today. He’d asked me to shoot a portrait of him for his solo show. Great dog, too.
9th Avenue South, and Bradford. It wasn’t immaculate?
Last Sunday, Jerry Joyner made a meal from scratch, and we drove out and visited Virginia Team, at her home near Ashland City. I met Virginia in the early 1980’s, when she was the main Art Director at CBS Records, on Music Row. She had a reputation as being a world-class Art Director, with high standards. I remember being terrified when I went their the first time to show her my book. I remember it was summer, and she was dressed in all white, and the sun was shining in the window, and she was nice to me and welcoming.
Later, we became true friends, as we traveled the country, doing record covers over the years. There were many fun adventures out west, in Arizona and New Mexico, scouting remote locations. She has a heart of gold, (even though it was scary to work for her!). She has an eye for subtle CMYK color like I’ve never seen with anyone else. She was known for taking her grease pencil to Matchprints, and marking them up for retouching. I’d just stand in her office and marvel over what she’d take note of. There was this retouching broker, in those days — Bob Towery — and he’d bring in these Matchprints and retouching — on dye transfer prints, done by hand in those days, and she’d send them back, over and over, til they were perfect.
Now, she’s retired, and lives on many acres outside of Nashville, with sixteen chickens, two cats, and Beau, the dog. Pete died a while back; he looks a lot like Beau.
We made a nice meal that day; took the golf cart out across the land; and built a nice fire. Was a good day.
We met this fellow today, coming home from a shoot. The offramp of I-440 and Nolensville Road.
I shot this today at dusk. This unloved empty lot has just sat there for years. Then, finally, someone rented it this winter and installed a Christmas Tree yard on it. The smell of wood burning; warm lights in the trees — amazing how one thing that truly complete a neighborhood. 12South, 12th Avenue South, Nashville.
Some people shop at Best Buy, or WalMart, or Amazon. I shop at Hailey Salvage, on Dickerson Road, after Black Friday.
We photographed another in our series of mothers and children today. Just starting the edit, but here are a few images to start.
R.A. Dickey won the National League Cy Young Award tonight. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. We shot his book cover recently, and after the session, he actually pitched some knuckleballs to me, (but not at full speed). And yes, they were hopping around more than Charlie Sheen on a fresh EightBall. I have some iPhone video of it somewhere. Anyway, below is an outtake frame that I shot with the old Liberator camera, on 4×5 B/W Polaroid. Congratulations to R.A. It was one hell of a season — he went 20-6, and was the first knuckleballer to win the Cy Young. His entire family was at the shoot — a bunch of kids and a really kind wife.
Nice video and story about Harry Taylor, of Wilmington, North Carolina. Harry is a good man; he’s helped me a good bit in my search for strange lenses.
Here are some frames from today, from Allison Marusic’s Red Barn Roundup in East Nashville. We got great character faces all afternoon, but ran out of ambient light at dusk. Could have shot faces all night. We went back to the Dallmeyer 9″ Petzval on this project, to get in closer to their faces, and to throw the depth of focus to almost nothing.
Thank you to Samantha Angel for great collodion prep, and to Derrick Hood for the dark box design.
Here’s a teaser image from tonight’s Buttermilk Road Sunday Supper. A gigantic stripped-together image from the kitchen. By the looks of this image, everyone in 37215 was in attendance. The soup and the biscuits and the figs were to die for. Yummy.
Note: This post is not about “serious photography”. This post is about me falling in love with the North Carolina mountains, here at Penland School. I just shot snapshots all day, but loved it. I have no idea where I am, but it’s about an hour and a half drive, north of Asheville. The iPhone5 GPS woman just said, “Just keep driving; you’ll get there soon enough. There’s no hurry; there’s nowhere else to be; just enjoy the view, and stay present, and keep listening to that Tara Brach podcast”.
I started out this morning, after coffee, shooting black-and-white, but the fall color just made me cave in, and switch over to processing in color. The artists in residence here are serious working artists; we toured their studios today. Very impressive work, and an even more impressive work ethic.
(Note: Updated images, posted at the top here, after the initial blog post).
Nashville is turning into Portland, Oregon. The coffeehouses must be doing gangbuster business. Day six of rain. My bicycle is restless.