My final portfolio will be in black and white. Here’s one image that will likely make it in:
I have been going back and forth about whether to go in black and white or color, but after our first critique and the other students’ and the instructor’s comments, I elected to go in black and white. It adds an additional challenge to me because at this time, I do not “see” my images in black and white. Most documentary photography is done in black and white. I cannot do excessive editing if I am photographing in the documentary style. That adds even more challenge.
For History of Photography we need to write a paper and produce a image in a style similar to the photographer that we wrote our paper on that we need to print and frame. Originally I was going to go with Walker Evans, but instead, I decided to do Keith Carter. I have always admired Keith Carter. His images are murky, dreamy and beautiful and they are of very ordinary things. Carter wrote that when he was younger he used to think he had to go to New Guinea to make an exotic photograph if that was his intent. In time, he learned that he lived in the most exotic place. It depends on the eyes-how you view it. Carter lives in East Texas on the Louisiana border.
Carter is often referred to as a documentary photographer, which he is, but he adds a certain fantastical tilt (often quite literally) to his images through use of his focus (or lack there of) and his processing. He shoots only in black and white. He is often referred to as the “poet of the ordinary.” Poet I am not and never will be, but I hope to bring some sense of poetry to my images.
I am marooned at home today – again! Yoda is in the shop – again! Check engine light must get turned off! This is a known glitch with Toyota, the check engine light saying it is the catalytic converter. Nothing is wrong with his catalytic converter, it just does not have as much platinum in it as Toyota likes. Catalytic converters used to be stolen out of Toyotas because of all the platinum in them. After market CC’s do not have as much platinum as Toyota-brand.
Today we hope to get Moon bred via AI — using no hormones. I believe she is in heat, she started calling and pacing the fence line last night. Badger, our bull, is still a long way off from being big enough to breed her. From now on, even if we have to build a Bull Knox, we will keep a bull big enough to breed our cows. If Penny has a heifer this time around, we will keep it, but that will be it for cow-keeping for a long time so we can keep the same bull.
I have not written since my last post about wanting goats. That felt good to get off my chest. I am not going to say that I do not still look at goats, but I think Wally and I have pretty well decided that we not be getting goats. There is only one possibility and if it works out, we may get a couple, but I do not think it will. One thing I did not mention is if we got goats, it would be hard to keep them out of the new garden area. Two lines of hot electric will keep cows out, but not goats. That was the one thing that we were really happy about when we got rid of our goats: we could plant things around the farm and not worry about the goats getting them. I had a huge patch of comfrey where we used to milk the goats. I could not have had it there if we still had goats. The ducks were bad enough about getting into it, but we could fence them out. That was another thing that we left on Herter Road, all my comfrey. Now I need to get more.
Zadie Smith writes in her 10 rules of writing: “Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand — but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied.”
That has been my downfall: being too honest and telling the truth. I cannot stop that. I guess I need to resign myself to lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied. It could be worst, a lot worst.
Until later …