After four years of visiting Chicago I was ready to breeze in and out in a day. I was itching to drive back home to LA on Route 66. But first, a BBQ!
Yes, just like X got stranded in Davenport, I feel like I’ve been stuck in time… Continue reading
Yes, I’ve been very remiss in keeping this up to date. You know how time can just slip away in the supermarket.
One more before I hit the road. Been a lot of talk here in Southern California about a Freeway World Series between the Dodgers and the Angels; hell, there could have been two NoCal vs SoCal League Championships except only the Giants made it in. The Dodgers just can’t get past their arch nemesis the Cardinals, and probably never will. There still can be a freeway series though it will be the one between KC and StLouis. Do they call them Freeways in Misery?
One more quick detour, and then I’ll get back to the road-trip.
Just got back from the Filter Photo Festival in Chicago, where I took an amazing workshop with Susan Burnstine and had some great portfolio reviews (something I’ve hadn’t done in ages). There was also a beautiful group show called “This May Have Happened” with a rather bizarre call for entries by juror Gordon Stettinius, which I found extremely intriguing. I want to share the images I submitted, which I never showed before, and never quite knew what to do with them.
Met up with the folks from Pinhole Project, and worked with them on their last shooting day. If you ever made a pinhole camera out of a round Quaker Oats oatmeal box that held an 8 x 10 sheet of photo paper, imagine the same thing, but in a 50 gal shipping container with a 30 x 40 inch sheet of B&W photo paper! They have a portable darkroom with large trays of chemicals, and images are processed right on the playa. Outstanding! Check out their amazing images at pinholeproject.org
Much thanks to Jason for making my first burn a memorable, participatory experience. Looking forward to working with you folks again next year.
I know I’ve left you all hanging in wondering what adventures we’d find in Iowa, and I’ll get back to the road trip in a bit, but first a brief detour through Black Rock City, Nevada.
The playa was really tough on the little plastic camera. It was plugged up after the second roll; half the times the shutter stuck open if it fired at all. With the heat and dust, the film was sticking to the inside, and the third roll was all scratched to shit. I won’t mention how many times I forgot to advance the film; the playa was tough on me too.
Considered setting the Diana on fire, but burning plastic is not cool. Next year I’ll bring a wooden Diana!
Somewhere down there is the Missouri River. Wanted to have lunch at a park in Omaha on the river. According to Apple Maps, there is a place called Mandan Park, but it turns out to be a water treatment plant in-accessible to the public (thanks Apple Maps). Since the park had a certain odor, we continued our journey and had lunch across the river in Iowa.
Promise that this will be the last pic of Nebraska.
I remember Sinclair gas stations back East from when I was a kid. They used to give out plastic dinosaurs when you filled up, but not anymore. So I got a Caribou Coffee instead, much better than that swill back at that numbered motel.
After a long day of driving, pulled up late into North Platte, NE; too tired to search for an “interesting” motel, so stayed at one of the big chain numbered motels. It was on the river, so it must have a nice view in the morning. Well, maybe not. Continue reading