Showing posts with label Bentonville. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bentonville. Show all posts

3/20/09

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The light leaks, vignetting and double-exposures makes the Holga a fun and unpredictable camera.

Two Windows

3/14/09

Bentonville Skyline

This photo typifies some of my feelings about my experience in Bentonville, Arkansas a few summers ago. I found myself photographing telephone poles and water towers. The blank skyline of a town, placed in the middle of nowhere, bewildered and intrigued me.

3/7/09

Red Barns

It is interesting to look at black and white images and wonder what it would look like in color. What color would you have thought this barn was? I find something compelling and enchanting about old barns...especially red ones. (This one was red.)

3/5/09

Blinds

I love high-contrast light that forces shapes to become something else.

3/3/09

Fiddle In Case

Some of my favorite things to photograph are musical instruments and musicians. They inspire me because I was around them so much growing up. I remember one sitting I did for an up-and-coming saxophonist. During the shoot, he just lost himself in his music. I loved every minute of it. I got a little carried away and shot several hundred photographs...something I'm realizing: quality over quantity.

2/27/09

Trees From My Dream

For some time now I've wanted to do a series of blurred photographs. Every time we drove past this tree lined road on our way to work I had the urge to take a detour and let the road take us where it may. This road is one from a dream. My house waits at the end of it.

2/26/09

The Art of Ironing

I wonder what comes to mind when you see an iron. For me, it is my mother. It is the distinct memory of my mother teaching me the art-form of ironing a button-up shirt as a 7 or 8 year old girl. Just drag the iron over the fabric right? Oh, no. I can remember her hovering over me. . . stretching, pulling, water-spraying, shimmying, arm strength, the collar first, then the shoulders, arms, front and back. You'd think that all of this work wouldn't be fun. Nope. My mom loves it. She'll iron for hours with Hoosiers on in the background. Well, it explains why my dad (and mom) always look so sharp. Thanks Mom.