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!