January 27, 2012
diesel
I’ve been taking walks most afternoons.

diesel

I’ve been taking walks most afternoons.

September 28, 2011
"Congratulations! You figured out your camera’s HDR setting. Now shut it off and never use it again."

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Filed under: hdr photography camera 
June 28, 2011
My Thesis on Blurb

timmelideo:

I posted my thesis book for sale on Blurb…. if you are rich you can afford it. Damn, Blurb makes it expensive to make a decent book.


Anonymous Collaborations by Tim Melideo

I like Tim’s work.

April 13, 2011
GPOYW - Hanging around in abandoned houses (again) edition

GPOYW - Hanging around in abandoned houses (again) edition

January 4, 2011
opened opened openedphotograph by Greg Turner 

opened opened opened
photograph by Greg Turner 

January 3, 2011
Train yard memorial (color, detail)PhotographCopyright 2011 by me 
I took some photos yesterday. I drove south on 6th, right off 441 and spotted a flock of wild turkeys in the field behind The Rancher, a former western wear shop long closed. After I took some unsuccessful shots of the turkeys, I decided to walk up the railroad tracks. I walked north towards 84 Lumber, past what looked like a field of solar panels in early construction, then spied a cross made of white, weathered four-by-fours. Someone had placed a rusted rail spike on top of the cross and hung an ornament near the top. The ornament looked like an abstract butterfly. This plaster mold sat in the grass at the cross’ base along with a small, mosaic cross and little bronze butterfly painted yellow and violet.
I don’t know if someone died on this spot or elsewhere, and I wonder whether it was from natural causes or an accident. I also wonder about their love for trains.

Train yard memorial (color, detail)
Photograph
Copyright 2011 by me 

I took some photos yesterday. I drove south on 6th, right off 441 and spotted a flock of wild turkeys in the field behind The Rancher, a former western wear shop long closed. After I took some unsuccessful shots of the turkeys, I decided to walk up the railroad tracks. I walked north towards 84 Lumber, past what looked like a field of solar panels in early construction, then spied a cross made of white, weathered four-by-fours. Someone had placed a rusted rail spike on top of the cross and hung an ornament near the top. The ornament looked like an abstract butterfly. This plaster mold sat in the grass at the cross’ base along with a small, mosaic cross and little bronze butterfly painted yellow and violet.

I don’t know if someone died on this spot or elsewhere, and I wonder whether it was from natural causes or an accident. I also wonder about their love for trains.

January 2, 2011
Pure RichPhotograph, Gustasfon Farms’ milk truck (detail) 

Pure Rich
Photograph, Gustasfon Farms’ milk truck (detail) 

December 17, 2010
Photo credit: Neil Krug
I know it’s sometimes impossible to give credit, but I hope it at least produces a little guilt.

Photo credit: Neil Krug

I know it’s sometimes impossible to give credit, but I hope it at least produces a little guilt.

(Source: fuckyeahsk8net)

September 29, 2010
“Barber” by Greg Turner

“Barber” by Greg Turner

September 14, 2010
The value of peripheral information

In an interview with Dangerous Minds, author William Gibson reveals he has given himself permission to not take photographs when traveling. His reasoning?

When I visit a new place what I’ll value most, after I’ve returned from that place, is the peripheral feed. It’s sort of why I’ve decided—that I don’t like taking photographs when I travel. And I’ve given myself permission not to—now that I’ve given myself permission not to take photographs when I travel, the reason I’ve never been fond of it is that it gets in the way of the peripheral feed. And the peripheral information is what I will ultimately make the valuable memory out of.

In Jim Jarmusch’s Mystery Train, we see Jun (Masatoshi Nagase) taking photographs of objects and places most banal. He photographs the wall at the cheap hotel. He photographs an open suit case. His girlfriend asks him why he photographs things that don’t make any difference and why he doesn’t photograph anything important like Graceland or Sun Records. To paraphrase:

The important things will stay in my head long after I have experienced them. The small things are what I will forget. This hotel room. That rug. I need these unimportant things for my memory to be complete.

Why do we photograph? Is it so we can remember the things that will otherwise fade? Is it to create or re-write our narrative past and help us with the continuity of our lives? Do we eschew photography in favor of our own sepia’d nostalgia? In the end, do we imbue photographs with meaning and narrative of our own making?

What do you notice when you make photographs? What do you notice when you don’t?